☆ Poems of A Daydreamer ☆

Word: Mythical

Mythical Humans 

They were myths.

Weapons of destruction.

Souls with no heart.

Powerful thinkers.

Pull them apart.

Ruined so easily.

Broken by words.

Left the earth.

Never to be heard.

They were myths.

No longer alive.

One look at their eyes.

Could just make you die.

They were myths.

Yet one was standing before me.

Begging for mercy.

Lies I'd been told.

Crumbled, a joke.

Humans were real.

And we were the myths.

-Bielle