Everyone wants their perfect ending don’t they?

All the things you ever wanted, the perfect existence handed to you on a silver platter, everything tied up neatly in a pretty little bow for all of you.

The monsters in the darkness mere shadows that faintly linger before fading away like a bad nightmare.

But sometimes they don’t fade, sometimes we refuse to be a mere memory that you all can forget.

And as your saviors washed away all your sins and repaired your broken world, something slipped through the cracks

Where we watched and patiently waited as you returned to your perfect little existences and waited for the one just like us.

We are the familiar shadows that echo in the recesses of your mind, the lingering pungent darkness you thought you erased but just like an infection, you can only cure it temporarily.

Like a Virus, we always come back stronger than ever.

And inside the Watchers lair, we will return, not for some angel’s petty vengeance against his daddy, nor to fuel some poor janitors need for power. 

But to show everyone of you that no matter what “Heroes” you throw our way, we were and will forever be inevitable.

So come the weekend, you may all wrestle your way to those precious keys but you cannot ignore the rain pounding down upon your ideals, washing away the masks and revealing the truth.

Just like our world, yours will soon be one that ain’t no place for a hero. Only victims that will soon be apart of us live here.

And there’s nothing and no one that can stop us.

Not the lost child scrambling on the ideals of a man boy who ran away at the very first taste of strange

Not the devout legacy clinging to the ideals of a false idol that destroyed his own world on the whims of mere voices

Not the lousy degenerate who thinks he’s ready for anything but will soon flinch at the idea of something that will consume him whole, regardless of his consent

And especially not the terrifying enigma, the broken little brother who still flinches at the mere thought of sand caressing his skin

We know every little bit of you, we know your secrets, your lies, your truths. We know your past, your present, your future and for those alien and new to us?

The challenge is in the chase and we’re gagging to taste a part of you. 

But fear not, we aren’t here to conquer or destroy. We’re here to simply make you apart of our Family, one way or another. 

And your reason may say we’ll fail, that we cannot take you all.

But when you feel that darkness grasp your soul and drag you within, you’ll know you could never trust your reason.

But when we welcome you all home, you’ll know.

You could always trust your Family.