Brett Lock
In this fiction, I have learned to be comfortable:
An amalgamate of ink and triumphant will.
In icy solitude, I fortify my soul,
and this comic universe defines my role.
But when they come for me I won’t be found.
They’ll call out Superman! Superman!
Superman is not around.
And is it any wonder I can’t stand the pain?
I’ve seen my world explode again, and again.
I gave my heart away today for free.
I played my part, my oath to humanity.
I am a man of steel, and you steal from me.
But I don’t care anymore. I’m empty.
And when they come for me I won’t be found.
They’ll call out Superman! Superman!
Superman is not around.
And is it any wonder I can’t stand the pain?
I’ve seen my world explode again, and again.
Every alien soon knows the deal,
and I’ve let circumspection make me scared to feel.
My body is armour and I’m faster than light,
but now I wish I was someone else tonight.
I just wanted to be your hero.
So here I am, and well there you go.
Look up in the sky, it’s Superman,
gazing down at you as only he can.
Tears of rage, tears scarcely sane,
falling down on you like super rain.