(standard disclaimers)
x-
the atmosphere is high and
-heavy heavy-
the thrill of ever-present almost emotion is like the heady rush of bliss... or pixi-dust.
aXel's souless green eyes are shining and
-twinkle twinkle-
like firelight and sweet sunrise.
promises like liquid-life in the chill of
never-beings
never-knowing
always-wantings
in a world that never was but existed all the same.
the atmosphere is heavy and
-high high-
but deadly cold.
vice-like ice-rain
condeming
unpromising
imprisoning
roXas' scowl is lifting and
-fake fake-
like firelight and sweet sunrise.
'he's never learnt to fake it like us,' SaïX sneers like laughter, 'never learnt to fuck ourselves up and over with lies
(and bliss and pixi-dust)
to keep ourselves guessing. keep ourselves from knowing.'
'cause we're nothing and nobodies,
demyX agrees without saying
knows without knowing
'cause lying and faking and heavy high heavy atmosphere is all that keeps his sitar strumming
(his water dancing)
-x
aXel's teeth are smirking and
-glinting glinting-
and thet swear (promise and lie) things are greener on the higher side of nothing.
'cause the flurry of dancing flames may have fucked himself up (and over) but he still knows he'll never know a closer kind of heartbreak...
-x
roXas knows to much
realises so little
in the high and heavy atmosphere emotion and feeling is just another lie to hear
(just another drug to take)
'he'll get it,' larXene chuckle-giggle-snickers as roXas regects another baggie, 'nobodies cant say no to
(lies and)
bliss and pixi-dust.'
to make them (us) feel like they are. feel like their feeling.
zeXion adds without talking
see's without looking
'cause pretending and acting and high heavy high atmosphere is all that stops his razor cutting
(his breathing stopping)
-x
aXel's flicker and
-flames flames-
are hotter then hot
and his eyes are blazing (glazed) high.
his smirk is tempting
(offering)
but roXas is still sure
still steady
still almost a somebody.
and he knows without knowing...
that all this...
(lies and bliss and pixi-dust)
...is just high and heavy atmosphere.
and atmosphere wont make up a heart.
wont bring back a memory
a life,
a soul...
all the lie of bliss and promises of pixi-dust in the world (that never was) wont bring roXas to accept it all.
and though he kisses
(fucks and promises)
aXel quiet,
he hears the click of the keyboard,
the sound of gunshots,
tap of darts,
test tubes
hatchet
paper
howling
burning
sitar
dice
pruning
giggling
and he knows without knowing
feels without feeling
and becomes a somebody-
to everyone but himself...
x-
the atmosphere is high and
-heavy heavy-
but roxas is to alone to enjoy it.
to alone inside his (sora) cocoon of the truth he left it all for.
to alone as he looses himself to not wonder...
to not concider...
to not ask himself;
how aXel would have felt like if roXas saw him on the
(higher)
greener side of nothing...
-x
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