Inspired to the clouds at sunset and Breaking Benjamin.

The Death of Superman

silver cloud linings scattered
like the angry rantings of
the imaginary god that we
all submit to in the end
they are heart-break pink
and lost-soul purple.
It all seems to go hand-in-hand
with the suicide songs
that we're all just singing to pass the time
because we've got nothing better to do.

and the horizon is dotted with
the lonely figures of trees in
autumn; tinting a picture-perfect
image of the world as we want
it to be with its darkness
and despair to the same tune
as the songs we sing for fun

but, somehow, the depression
canvas comes together time
and time again into this
caricature of living
and we can all admire the
twisted workings of someone's mind
and wonder and wander
and misspell the heartbreak
and cry and cry and cry as
the sun comes up and tints
the world rose.

wearing our glasses, we are
content. But when the world matches
the shade of our shades, we
can't hide behind out delusions
anymore. And don't we
just hate it when someone
comes along and shatters
our perfect image of black and white
and heroes and villains.

Behind the mask, Clark Kent
just wants to get it on
with Lois Lane, but we don't
want to see that! We want
to see Superman change the world
and be our savior.

but where can Superman go when it
gets too much? We alienate our
heroes so that they're so much
greater than us and we can
only wake up satisfied from our
dreaming schemes.

How does Superman watch the sunset?
Does he take off the mask and
let the depression overtake him for
a moment, or does he just wear
it, strong forever more and carved
out of the stone of society?

three dollars says that Superman
doesn't watch the sunset.
Too tired to carry on,
he can't take the depressing mix of
heart-break pink and lost-soul purple.
Can he just go home to Lois Lane?

because, somewhere, an artist
is painting the picture of
Superman martyred in front
of a sunset of heart-break pink
and lost-soul purple