He will never be
I hear his name
The sound spat with spite from the speaker.
But in my heart, a shudder creaps
Why him? Why Me?
Its hard knowing he will never be
The rasping gasping of his mask
The spinning blades twirl on the screen
The man I know is hiding from me.
What do I do?
He will never be
I know his life, history made
I know his childhood, his self displeasure
I know his goals, unknown needs
I know his master, the god he sees
I know he will never be
I know he is oppressive
I know he has no regrets
I know he will never care for those,
whose name are long since past
But what about me?
Would he love me?
I wish he would be
His ticking wakes me from much needed sleep.
He calls to me when no one is near,
Why him, why me?
Its not fair
Why can't he be?
My love, my life
The man whose life has become mine
No one knows but him
And me
The black coat twirls in his well practiced dance of death
The pain is gone before it was ever there
I know it is wrong to love those who killed
But what could I do?
The love is to late to stop
Like the pain that was never there
He would never be
He could never be
He can never be
