.....I'm Shadow...Look below... I am broken...yet I still stand
strong...Why is this? Perhaps it is because I have great fortitude.
It seems that I am admired for this reason. No matter what people say to me,
I still seem to stand strong as insults and other things are thrown at me...
((Just what the hell did I write?! >_< Jegus, this formed randomly...))
Things are feelin' so... Dark.
Here without you.
Never wanted to be alone here, barin' this pointless mark.
Because it's not my fault.
I never wanted it to be.
Yet it's all my fault.
Here without you.
I feel like I'm standing so close,
yet so far away.
Diving into this loving hate.
Into this sullen cheer.
You chose to ignore me, driven by fate.
Yet you say you care. That you love me more than anything else.
Yet, behind my back, you let out a harsh leer.
And I feel this, deep within my veins,
that you never wanted it to be over.
But at the same time, you want it gone, like a nasty set of stains.
And the glare thou sends my way, like a dead clover.
Wherefore art thou bearing the desire to end this?
Art thou my beginning?
Art thou my end?
Art thou an enemy,
Or perhaps a familiar friend?
These low voices in my head tell me,
"Stop!"
"Stop! Before you get hurt again!"
"You can't trust him!"
"He is laughing at you behind your back!"
"He is longing for you..."
"He wants you as his own, like you want him."
"Embrace him."
"Love him."
"Trust him."
"Let him be your guide."
"Let him love you."
"Tear youself away!"
"Draw closer."
"Don't let him entice you!"
"Fall under his spell."
"He wants to hurt you!"
"He wants to heal you."
"You stand alone. You against the world."
"You need to lean on someone. Why not him? It's not as if he is going to drop you!"
"He'll break you!"
"He'll mend you."
The voices' lines drift closer and closer together, the lines becoming more and more blurred.
I don't know where my voice fits in. They overwhelm me, drowning out my voice. I have no say and they are tearing my helpless body apart, skin from muscle, muscle from bone, bone from marrow.
My blood covers their sharp fangs, repeatedly digging into me.
I cannot fight back. I cannot cry out, for they have overwhelmed my voice.
Will someone fight for me?
Will someone be my hero?
Will you save me from this never-ending torment?
My heart is as broken as my body is.
No one is protecting me from these vile beasts and their blasphemies…
Does anybody care?
Piece by piece.
Limb by limb.
"Scream out for him! You need him!"
I…I…
"Stay silent! He doesn't need you!"
What do I do?
I feel so... torn...
And confused.
Here without you.
Here's a shout-out to a special no one... : ...I love you...
strong...Why is this? Perhaps it is because I have great fortitude.
It seems that I am admired for this reason. No matter what people say to me,
I still seem to stand strong as insults and other things are thrown at me...
((Just what the hell did I write?! >_< Jegus, this formed randomly...))
Things are feelin' so... Dark.
Here without you.
Never wanted to be alone here, barin' this pointless mark.
Because it's not my fault.
I never wanted it to be.
Yet it's all my fault.
Here without you.
I feel like I'm standing so close,
yet so far away.
Diving into this loving hate.
Into this sullen cheer.
You chose to ignore me, driven by fate.
Yet you say you care. That you love me more than anything else.
Yet, behind my back, you let out a harsh leer.
And I feel this, deep within my veins,
that you never wanted it to be over.
But at the same time, you want it gone, like a nasty set of stains.
And the glare thou sends my way, like a dead clover.
Wherefore art thou bearing the desire to end this?
Art thou my beginning?
Art thou my end?
Art thou an enemy,
Or perhaps a familiar friend?
These low voices in my head tell me,
"Stop!"
"Stop! Before you get hurt again!"
"You can't trust him!"
"He is laughing at you behind your back!"
"He is longing for you..."
"He wants you as his own, like you want him."
"Embrace him."
"Love him."
"Trust him."
"Let him be your guide."
"Let him love you."
"Tear youself away!"
"Draw closer."
"Don't let him entice you!"
"Fall under his spell."
"He wants to hurt you!"
"He wants to heal you."
"You stand alone. You against the world."
"You need to lean on someone. Why not him? It's not as if he is going to drop you!"
"He'll break you!"
"He'll mend you."
The voices' lines drift closer and closer together, the lines becoming more and more blurred.
I don't know where my voice fits in. They overwhelm me, drowning out my voice. I have no say and they are tearing my helpless body apart, skin from muscle, muscle from bone, bone from marrow.
My blood covers their sharp fangs, repeatedly digging into me.
I cannot fight back. I cannot cry out, for they have overwhelmed my voice.
Will someone fight for me?
Will someone be my hero?
Will you save me from this never-ending torment?
My heart is as broken as my body is.
No one is protecting me from these vile beasts and their blasphemies…
Does anybody care?
Piece by piece.
Limb by limb.
"Scream out for him! You need him!"
I…I…
"Stay silent! He doesn't need you!"
What do I do?
I feel so... torn...
And confused.
Here without you.
Here's a shout-out to a special no one... : ...I love you...