I don't own Vicious from CB. (But I sure hope I did!) I also don't own the song by Type O Negative. Just another Vicious's fic/song like, hope you like and R&R.
AM I GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU
He looked at the picture of them, taking on a sunny day in the park. It was in a black, simple frame, place on his night stand, by his bed. It was the only one there. It was the only picture in the whole house of his. The only sign that he was love, or had any human contact at all. The picture was something that meant pure happiness to him. It meant friendship, eternal love, peace, and freedom. Without the picture, no one would have know he even had a soft side. His room would be a pure cave. That was why he place it by his bed, to remind himself that he did have a soft side and to let other people know that too.
"I am your servant, may I lit up your cigarette? Close your eyes and let me love you to DEATH."
But the picture was a lie. It was the truth a long, long, long time ago, but now it was a horrible, black, little lie, that grew into a dark, evil, big one. One that ate away at his soul. One that could change a person into whatever it wanted, whether they wanted to or not. One that most people fear and if under its wing, go insane. It didn't mean anything "good" to him now. It was a sign of betray, lies, hurt, anger, hated, and most of all, evil black revenge at the people in the picture with him.
"Let me love you to death........Am I good enough for you?"
It hated it with all his being. He didn't want to see it ever again. So he broken the glass and frame. He took the picture out and tore it up into piece. The same number of pieces like his heart was in when he found out that his lover had been cheating on him with his best and only friend in the whole universe. Then lit got out his lighter and slowly burn each piece up. The memory of his happiness was forgotten and only his hurt, anger remain.
"Am I not good enough for you?"
AM I GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU
He looked at the picture of them, taking on a sunny day in the park. It was in a black, simple frame, place on his night stand, by his bed. It was the only one there. It was the only picture in the whole house of his. The only sign that he was love, or had any human contact at all. The picture was something that meant pure happiness to him. It meant friendship, eternal love, peace, and freedom. Without the picture, no one would have know he even had a soft side. His room would be a pure cave. That was why he place it by his bed, to remind himself that he did have a soft side and to let other people know that too.
"I am your servant, may I lit up your cigarette? Close your eyes and let me love you to DEATH."
But the picture was a lie. It was the truth a long, long, long time ago, but now it was a horrible, black, little lie, that grew into a dark, evil, big one. One that ate away at his soul. One that could change a person into whatever it wanted, whether they wanted to or not. One that most people fear and if under its wing, go insane. It didn't mean anything "good" to him now. It was a sign of betray, lies, hurt, anger, hated, and most of all, evil black revenge at the people in the picture with him.
"Let me love you to death........Am I good enough for you?"
It hated it with all his being. He didn't want to see it ever again. So he broken the glass and frame. He took the picture out and tore it up into piece. The same number of pieces like his heart was in when he found out that his lover had been cheating on him with his best and only friend in the whole universe. Then lit got out his lighter and slowly burn each piece up. The memory of his happiness was forgotten and only his hurt, anger remain.
"Am I not good enough for you?"