TW suicide, pills, self harm and horrible death metaphors
Summary: Dan is a walking metaphor for a crumbling kingdom.
The violence comes in waves.
It swirls in my head like color in clear water, slowly but surely tainting the whole thing.
Phil doesn't care. I know he doesn't; why would he?
I annoy him with my constant ramblings about life and death, and I've had enough.
My body is an invader on all neighboring kingdoms, walls slowly crumbling down from all the hits.
The hits just keep coming from all directions.
There's a mutiny in my head, soldiers turning their blades towards each other and scarring the shell that used to be me.
I'm a walking metaphor for destruction, broken and scarred and unable to get up off the fucking ground, and there's no way I can get out of it this time.
I hit play on my MP3, the device starting to play Helena by MCR.
There was absolutely no way I could stop now.
One of the soldiers have fallen, dropping its blade before me. I can't help but pick it up.
I weild it like a man that's lost their mind, killing every civilian I see until every speck of land is covered in rotten reminders.
My emotions flow out in a tainted river, ruining everything I wear.
The pills are promises, marching down my throat like warriors into battle, wielding poisoned blades.
I'm impossibly drowning, suffocating on the words that circle my head like a thorned crown that digs into my scalp.
My phone buzzes out a staccato behind the "So long, and goodnight" that Gerard Way sings, sounding more like trumpets introducing another enemy.
I know already that it's Phil; who else would call me?
I don't pick it up, moving to lay back on my bed. I pretend it's a field of grass that I lay on. I've just fought a battle and lost.
The promises are slowly morning their magic, using their poisoned arrows on me, the ruler of the failing battle.
The king's eyes are closing, and his soldiers only laugh.
They laugh and kick him as he wishes for death to come so they can be silenced.
I am the king, and my kingdom is rubble.
One last tear slithers down my face as I hear the final words I'll ever hear: "We'll meet again, when both our cars collide."
