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There are 3 major lies about Marth: 1. He's faggot/gay He's overly sensitive He's weak.
"Well Marth isn't standing for it. He has made the ultimate decision: Death over Life." Here you go. My second one-shot. Something I don't do normally.
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Never Life was easy . . . never had it been the way it was supposed to be. My destiny? I lost that ages ago. Hardly, I never even had one. Life was never easy, never a bed of roses. Hell, I'd never want it to be that way. Never have, never will. People always need to find the safest way, far from danger. They seek light. But me? I seek darkness. I seek. . . Death.
Everyone that's crossed my path has only seen a sensitive prince. A prince that's the center of rumors, a prince that is a foolish weakling who could never win a fight on his own, with the help of . . . him. What they say I am is not the truth. Nope. It's what they think I am, the way they want me to be. Why would I be the way others want me to be? I can never go the way of light and safety. No, I have to take risks . . . bury myself in the shadows. . . Away from all the souls who hate me as they boil with the Poison of Bitterness. I don't care. Let them hate me. Life for me was always cold and painful. As if it would make any difference now, I could turn back.
But I want the darkness to swallow me and destroy my body, take my heart and drain my spirit. I want to be set free. Free from the people who condemn and forsake. I want . . . to die.
There are lies that flow in the air. Lies that are threaded with a deadly ire and sick and twisted fantasies.
"–Marth is --"
"--Gay"
"--A programmed faggot"
"—A weakling"
"—A Tiara-boy"
"-- A sissy"
"--Roy's lover"
Those fools! Wait until they have emotionless blades stabbed into their backs to spew forth their vital fluids. Their screams will echo endlessly to the mountains, infinite to the plains and across shimmering oceans. The agony depicted on their visages will prove all the suffering I have endured. Every drop of blood – my blood -- that had flowed to the soil and been absorbed by the life forms that never see light. They have what I need. Darkness. Death breathing down their necks and icy shivers running up their spines. I can't give them Death, they won't kill my spirit – I'll kill it myself.
There are many ways for me to die. But choosing one is the problem. I could slit my throat and bleed forever until I breathe my last breath; I could stab myself with a sharp and rusty dagger through my sad heart; I could shoot my self in the back of my mouth with one bullet and a sliver pistol-handgun in hand; jump off a cliff; swim to far out sea and drown or be eaten whole in one gulp by a preying Great White; Poison my own goblet of water and drink to my grim fate.
I want shadows . . . shadows that will punish my foes and give them what they deserve.
I don't know what to do, but I know what I want and how to get it. If I don't make the choice soon, my life will be miserable, more miserable then it already is.
In my left palm I grasp on to a dim spark of happiness before Death.
In my right palm I clench the plan on which I must commit suicide with.
Life or Death?
. . . . .
I'll kill myself before I go back to the hateful ones, UNLESS. . .
Unless things start to change with the swift wind of Spring. Unless I gain proper respect and equality. If none will give me the other things I desire, then I will fulfill my other desires . . .
Shadows, Darkness, and Death. And my blood flowing to the dry, earthly ground.
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Well? Was it good? I was feeling bad. So this is the result. Please take time to review, thanks! ^_^
There are 3 major lies about Marth: 1. He's faggot/gay He's overly sensitive He's weak.
"Well Marth isn't standing for it. He has made the ultimate decision: Death over Life." Here you go. My second one-shot. Something I don't do normally.
~~=~~=~~=~~=~~=~~=~~=~~=
Never Life was easy . . . never had it been the way it was supposed to be. My destiny? I lost that ages ago. Hardly, I never even had one. Life was never easy, never a bed of roses. Hell, I'd never want it to be that way. Never have, never will. People always need to find the safest way, far from danger. They seek light. But me? I seek darkness. I seek. . . Death.
Everyone that's crossed my path has only seen a sensitive prince. A prince that's the center of rumors, a prince that is a foolish weakling who could never win a fight on his own, with the help of . . . him. What they say I am is not the truth. Nope. It's what they think I am, the way they want me to be. Why would I be the way others want me to be? I can never go the way of light and safety. No, I have to take risks . . . bury myself in the shadows. . . Away from all the souls who hate me as they boil with the Poison of Bitterness. I don't care. Let them hate me. Life for me was always cold and painful. As if it would make any difference now, I could turn back.
But I want the darkness to swallow me and destroy my body, take my heart and drain my spirit. I want to be set free. Free from the people who condemn and forsake. I want . . . to die.
There are lies that flow in the air. Lies that are threaded with a deadly ire and sick and twisted fantasies.
"–Marth is --"
"--Gay"
"--A programmed faggot"
"—A weakling"
"—A Tiara-boy"
"-- A sissy"
"--Roy's lover"
Those fools! Wait until they have emotionless blades stabbed into their backs to spew forth their vital fluids. Their screams will echo endlessly to the mountains, infinite to the plains and across shimmering oceans. The agony depicted on their visages will prove all the suffering I have endured. Every drop of blood – my blood -- that had flowed to the soil and been absorbed by the life forms that never see light. They have what I need. Darkness. Death breathing down their necks and icy shivers running up their spines. I can't give them Death, they won't kill my spirit – I'll kill it myself.
There are many ways for me to die. But choosing one is the problem. I could slit my throat and bleed forever until I breathe my last breath; I could stab myself with a sharp and rusty dagger through my sad heart; I could shoot my self in the back of my mouth with one bullet and a sliver pistol-handgun in hand; jump off a cliff; swim to far out sea and drown or be eaten whole in one gulp by a preying Great White; Poison my own goblet of water and drink to my grim fate.
I want shadows . . . shadows that will punish my foes and give them what they deserve.
I don't know what to do, but I know what I want and how to get it. If I don't make the choice soon, my life will be miserable, more miserable then it already is.
In my left palm I grasp on to a dim spark of happiness before Death.
In my right palm I clench the plan on which I must commit suicide with.
Life or Death?
. . . . .
I'll kill myself before I go back to the hateful ones, UNLESS. . .
Unless things start to change with the swift wind of Spring. Unless I gain proper respect and equality. If none will give me the other things I desire, then I will fulfill my other desires . . .
Shadows, Darkness, and Death. And my blood flowing to the dry, earthly ground.
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Well? Was it good? I was feeling bad. So this is the result. Please take time to review, thanks! ^_^
