DEMA

Ode To Sleep

August 22nd, 3001
I wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding.
I'm pleading, Please, oh please
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got to be like this?
Is this living free?
I don't wanna be the one
To have the sun's blood on my hands
I'll tell the moon
Take this weapon, forged in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon.

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face
A mask that portrays that we don't need grace
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
But we open our eyes, we're told that we must
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead
Desperately yelling, there's something we need
I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times
Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVP'd this crime
I'm afraid to tell you who I adore
Won't tell you who I'm writing for
Metaphorically, I'm a whore, and that's denial number four.

I'll stay awake
The dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don't hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out.
I swear, I heard demons yelling
Those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone.
But I'll tell them
Why won't you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant.
Please, tell them
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I'm sorry.

I awoke in the cold dungeons of Nicos tower.
The bricks were hard and unforgiving on my back, and I was left to wallow for hours in the dark room.
I went back over ever single thing that had happened to me since BlurryFace first appeared.
Nico had seen it all, every detail of my life.
He'd been watching me like a security camera.
I cringed.
He'd seen my most vulnerable moments.
He knew how to get to me.
He knew our plan.
I was cought between overwhelming feelings and of wanting to die, and wanting to burn down this entire tower and save my freinds.
I need to destroy somthing.
It's either going to be Dema, or myself.

After what seemed like an age, I saw the familiar silhouette of a bishop appear at the door to my cell.
It was Keons.
I stood up.
He lowered his head, and tutted quietly.
"Oh Clancy" he began, dissapointment in his voice, "You've really done it this time... I can't defend you anymore, I mean? Attempting to kill Nicolas Bourbaki? I thought you were smarter than that?"
I didn't reply.
He opened the door.
"Come with me"
"where?"
He looked down at me, studied the pain in my face.
"I'm taking you to be killed," he told me.
I didn't break down, or start crying, or look afraid, I just looked at him in the same dejected manner I had been.
"I deserve this" I whispered to him, "in fact... I deserve way worse, but I'll take death"
"I thought you would have more ambition then that Clancy," he sighed.
I didn't reply as he untied me from the wall, clipped handcuffs around me and brought me down the spiraling staircase of the towers.
We went underground, and we resurfaced outside of Dema, to the south.
I looked up at the wall, and back at Keons.
He didn't break his silence, instead he pushed me into the back of a car.
He started it up, and began driving down the road in front of us.
Is was the width of one car, and just stretched out to the horizon in a striaght line, facing south.
Towards the sea.

I looked out of the window at the countryside racing past.
It was different to the untamed wilderness of the North and East.
There were forests, but also flat grassy plains, rolling hills but no mountains.
And the road drove striaght trough it all.
Eventually, Keons spoke.
"Clancy... Before you die, I want you to know where you came from... Who you are"
At that my head perked up, I didn't say anything, but he could tell I was intrested.
I was about to learn information that I'd been begging for my whole life.
He began his tale.