My Mayor Damien headcanon (since the first chapter of WKM):

His full name is Damien Regan.

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Man With No Shadow

the-ego-fic-train:

Man with no shadow

He was no longer a man.

He went to hell and back

We can never understand.

Man with no shadow

He lost his hold.

Memories with broken pasts

He took two worthy souls.

Woman in red

She lured us in.

She forgot to say goodbye

Now she is trapped within.

Man in blue

He lost control.

In the end he’s trapped inside

And will never again be whole.

Man splattered in pink

He aimed the gun.

None of us would ever guess

That he was the lost one.

Man splattered in red

He reached to help.

But in the whole process

He truly lost himself.

Man in red and white stripes

Thought it was all a game.

Until he lost his mind

He truly went insane.

Husk of a shell

Was left behind.

Left to die but stopped trying

He was left in our minds.

Viewer behind a screen

We made this true.

None of you had ever known

What tragedy they’d been through.

Because of us they

Lost their minds.

You may not think it

But t’was our fault this time.

We point

We blame.

But we guessed

Their names.

Before they told

us the truth.

They warned us, “behold

This is the future to come.”

Man With No Shadow

the-ego-fic-train:

Man with no shadow

He was no longer a man.

He went to hell and back

We can never understand.

Man with no shadow

He lost his hold.

Memories with broken pasts

He took two worthy souls.

Woman in red

She lured us in.

She forgot to say goodbye

Now she is trapped within.

Man in blue

He lost control.

In the end he’s trapped inside

And will never again be whole.

Man splattered in pink

He aimed the gun.

None of us would ever guess

That he was the lost one.

Man splattered in red

He reached to help.

But in the whole process

He truly lost himself.

Man in red and white stripes

Thought it was all a game.

Until he lost his mind

He truly went insane.

Husk of a shell

Was left behind.

Left to die but stopped trying

He was left in our minds.

Viewer behind a screen

We made this true.

None of you had ever known

What tragedy they’d been through.

Because of us they

Lost their minds.

You may not think it

But t’was our fault this time.

We point

We blame.

But we guessed

Their names.

Before they told

us the truth.

They warned us, “behold

This is the future to come.”

the-asexual-reaper:

Dangers Of A Gentleman

With his

grey skin and

dripping red hands

you’d think him terrifying.

And oh he is

because he’s got that

tongue of silver and

I see his

obsidian heart with

a lining of sulfur dust.

But I swear that the

shadows never were that dark nor

the stars so dim

before I met him

but now he’s become

a constellation of broken promises and

forgotten mistakes

that I can trace with my eyes closed.

And they say the Devil

comes with red horns and

a pitchfork to match

but they were all wrong,

he’s got a starlight suit so fine

and puddles of scarlet blood in his wake

and a smile that tells me

to run and to stay

because anything could go wrong

and everything could go right.

They told me to turn my back on him

but you never turn your back on your enemy

and I know that he’s just waiting

for that to happen

so he can brand me red with the blood

he drips and he’ll whisper

“darling

don’t tell me I didn’t warn you

about the dangers of a gentleman.”

~~~

So this was partially Darkiplier/Damien Iplier inspired (I shall consider them the same person until proven otherwise). Hope you guys like it ^ . ^

@markiplier