Titans

My titans are pillars.

Frightening to see them spill.

It triggers knowing the builders made them weak.

I'm tied in, can't brighten this place.

I've used up my ace, cranes coming.

From the sky to a plain boy like me.

It's dark.

If I could, I'd rebuild everything from the ground up, my way.

This plague, bane of my existence.

I'll look at its existence, through my glass plane.

A green plain, I'm praying this worked, or else I'd have to be preying.

No playing! I ain't gonna do pain, I'll be riding that plane and glaze upon my creation.

Or I'll be standing in the rain, all my hard work in vain.

Start again, for my friends, they fuel the blood in my veins.

As long as I've got them and a brain, I can sustain anything and stay sane. 

This is for my titans.