Welcome to your life
Down the road the slim figure walked, head cast down and face covered in shadows. They were quiet other than the quiet, sad, tune they hummed to themself. It wasn’t like there was anyone to hear them now, not anymore. They had a hood pulled over their head, casting the shadows over their face, a backpack that was practically empty was hanging from their shoulders.
There’s no turning back
The road they walked on was cracked and dusty, it hadn’t been used in quite some time. No cars had been working even before it all turned bad, even before the figure made the worst mistake.
Even while we sleep
The figure held something clutched in their hand up to their chest, not a weapon but, a simple small object, a flute carved from bamboo. They refused to play it, but it’s not like they could break it either, even if they wanted to. The tune they hummed stopped, they looked up at the battered billboard that looked as if it could collapse, they picked up a rock and threw it at the smiling face on the billboard. No, that smile wasn’t right. That smile wasn’t ever supposed to be there, not now not before. That smile belonged to someone placid, someone who just submitted to the words, someone who would betray you in the most important moment, someone you couldn’t forgive.
We will find you acting on your best behavior
There was no one else left. And they hated that, they were both supposed to be left. Both of them. The figure’s face was stoic as hot tears rolled down their cheeks, cutting through the dust, grime, and dried blood that was covering their face. They could remember it all, all of it. Their mind was so loud, but the world was so quiet. They had given up on finding food and water now, they weren’t even sleeping. They knew life would fade out soon, like a dying ember, the soft orange light would flicker, then go out, giving way to the blanket of darkness that enveloped everything.
Turn your back on mother nature
The figure just walked, they were going to the horizon, the unreachable was their destination. They wouldn’t be surprised though, if they somehow did reach the horizon, everything was nothing now. The nothing didn’t play by the rules, the nothing didn’t have any rules. Whatever was keeping them from floating off was beside them.
Everybody wants to rule the world
They had left the walls far behind them by now, the great grey barriers that had, ‘kept them protected’. It was protecting them from nothing, not the nothing, the nothing existed because of who made the walls. The walls held sorrow inside them, the walls held pain, they held in the sounds of gunshots.
It’s my own design
They held the flute in the palm of their hand, they had made it themself, it had two ribbons tied around it near the top, a green and a brown. It was just an ordinary bamboo flute, but the song it played was truth, just truth. They played it for the first time and it all hit them, everything. The lies. The torture. The laws. They saw it all in a new light, saw through the lies, noticed the cruelty, and realized the laws needed to be broken. And now they played their song for everyone to hear, standing up tall they played the sorrowful tune, clear as day if you were willing to listen to it. They gripped the other’s hand, the other hadn’t heard this tune, hadn’t seen through the lies. And as the other listened, tears formed in their eyes, they cried.
It’s my own remorse
They played their song of truth, holding the other’s hand, they wanted to stop when the other started crying. They never wanted to make the other cry, but they needed to show the truth. They shouldn’t all be forced to live in this facade of safety, they were living in the danger.
Help me to decide
They led the first, and only, of the riots, holding their flute in hand and a stone in the other. Then the gunshots came, and everyone but the other and them forgot the truth. Everyone remembered fear, and they all ran. Till it was just the figure and the other. Standing defiant to the people in guns and masks. They brought the flute to their cracked lips and began to play, a song of truth, a song of guilt, a song of sorrow.
Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure
The riot had passed, fear had blanketed the people once more, they hid, like scared animals. And they were, they were so scared now, they knew the truth and they couldn’t do anything. The figure held the other’s hand tightly as they walked under the cover of darkness, they were so close now. Then, a bright line of red swept through the air, the end, landed on the other’s chest. They wanted to scream, no, no, they were both supposed to get out. The shot never came, instead, they both stood there, frozen. Then black-gloved hands were holding them tightly, covering their mouths so they couldn’t scream if they wanted to. The figure wrenched free, turning, large rock in hand, they ripped at their holder’s helmet till it came free, then, bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Crack. They hit at their holder, over and over, hot tears streaming down their face. And when they turned back, they saw the red beam of light on the other’s chest. The shot rang out, echoing off the walls. Red. Red light. Red on their hands. Red on the rock. Red on the other’s chest.
Nothing ever lasts forever
They ran, they ran, and ran, and ran. Out from the walls, they were free, but the other was dead. Tears fell from their face. Red. They would never get the red out of their mind.
Everybody wants to rule the world
They had grown up, before it all went from bad to worse. Before the nothing started. They had seen other’s try, and fail, to run away from the walls. Some got out, but the red beams of light trained on their backs as they ran and they were shot down before they got twenty feet from the walls. They had to return to the walls, take their flute, bring it outside of the walls so no one else could play it’s song. Maybe abiding by the rules was the best thing to do.
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
In, they went back in. After years of being out, and free, they went back in. They couldn’t even care anymore. With the other dead because of them, there was no ‘free’ for them. Not anymore. It was their fault the other was dead, it was their fault all of those kids were dead. All because they played their song of truth. The truth was too dangerous. They went in, and out, in the dark of the night, clutching a box to their chest as they ran from the walls a second time, and for the second time, they ran by themself, alone.
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
The other trusted the figure, their friend. The other followed and believed in them, till the end. They had gotten caught, but the other didn’t care if they died, they wanted their friend to get out. They let go of their friend’s hand when they saw the guards, standing between the black-armored people and their friend. It was the other’s idea to leave the flute hidden where someone seeking the truth could find it. They knew in time that they would be able to take down the sky.
When they do, I’ll be right behind you
They had brought the things to take down the walls. The figure returned to the walls a third time. A single thought went through their head before they took down those keepers of sorrow. Nothing ever lasts forever, not even the sky.
So glad we’ve almost made it
Before the walls came down, two children who still remembered the song of the truth were planning on escaping. But then—
So sad they had to fade it
Gunshots and shouting rang out, and the two children who remembered the truth were lost in the rubble. The figure saw them, they saw the rubble fall on those poor kids that had been so close. They let out a long scream of pure sorrow, they had been silent for so long. So long.
Everybody wants to rule the world
In the sky, on the platform of a massive ship, stood someone. Someone clad in black armour and a stoic expression. A badge was on their chest, they were no guard. They watched the walls fall down, killing those inside them, the people who had forgotten the truth, and the two children.
And now, the figure walked, they knew not that the sky was still alive, they knew not that they had taken down the walls in vain. They knew not of what the other had done for them. So they walked. The walked until starving and dehydrated, they collapsed, they were so tired, maybe a little bit of sleep would make them feel better.
The figure who had fought so hard to give freedom and truth to everyone, didn’t have the truth themself. They never awoke from their slumber. And the sky loomed over the world, the sky was all that was left now.
Now the sky ruled over the world and no one could stop it.