Superhuman.

Greyer by the minute, your time ages me each day. Ticking hands that repeat to the beat, bringing me closer to decay. In my grave, you will still count down until you no longer exist as well. The time you thought was real was mere fiction, was designed to give you Hell and reap all of its convictions. Those who chose freedom were the ones who truly lived, as they worked hard to receive the love that they would equally give. Father future, frustrated, feigned satisfaction with his class, as some of his students, us particularly, refused to save the best for last. The water keeps on boiling, creating steam throughout the Earth as a layer of fog and mist are born, making the world and its inhabitants forget their self-worth. We could have been heroes, yet we cowered, hoped to never get caught, as we disdainfully claimed the rewards, the consequences that through our actions we had bought. Waste of life, waste of skin but whose glass house can decide? A lot of us were misdirected and then arrived by chance, and petulant pride. Hoping heavily to fit in, and join the others in their oblivious, foolish dance. Little big planet that is enamoured with the sun, moon, and the stars has inspired us to reach our breaking points as our heads fill with dread as red as mother Mars. Growing internally giants or beanstalks could never be this tall. I whisper worry falsely as I always survive my falls. Stronger than the sadness or sorrow that preys upon my soul, I am secretly all that I will ever need to one day be whole. Daily threats of tears that skim the surface of my eyes, although disheartening, will never be enough for me to reject the sun's majestic rise. I will climb the highest mountains, and be faster than the speed of light. Just call me superhuman, the one who will never fail to make it right. I can shape-shift and perform, make you feel at ease. My retractable claws and healing will bring you to your knees. This time won't you save me, your words echo in my ears; in turn, I will run, leap tall buildings, clearing Gotham City of all of your fears. Mind control will make you revere me, I will be your motivation, and your boss. As your lips and hips lose all self-control, your mind will no longer be lost. Walking on water I feel so light and carefree, the wilderness inside is now devoid of life and trees. I have the power to control everything that exists within my land. I can make it rain or snow with just a flick, a twist, of my stormy hands. Magic courses through my veins, it is the beat that makes my bionic heart be real; Tin Man timid as I pretend that I am unable to feel. Writer by day, lifesaver by night as I don my cape and mask. You give me poison, and kryptonite when your support is what I really want to fill my fading flask.