Note: John posted this story; the author is currently having financial
problems, and cannot pay for Internet service. I will be posting whatever
she sends me.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
What's the point of living if I'm going to see all of them die? One by one he consumes them..until they are gone. I can see it..which one will be next, as if I was the one bringing their death. No matter what I do, those who I care for most will suffer. Sometimes I wish I were man, so I to would be able to perish with people like myself. I am forever doomed to watch as they fall one by one, like stars in the never-ending sky.
I can almost hear them now...in the back of my head. They tell me of how nice it is in Heaven. They want me to come with them..but..I..can't. It's all just a game, a sick, twisted little game to him. He specially designed it to torture me, he knows what gets under my skin...makes me tick. He knows it all.
"Like sand in an hourglass, their time will run out, and when it does, you will be there to see it; and you will know that you could have stopped it, but you never will, oh, no, you never will. You will be cursed with long life until all whom remember you fade away into oblivion. Immortal, you shall roam the earth, everywhere you go, and children will spit at you, women claw at your eyes, so that you may slither upon the ground like a serpent, for that is what you really are. In the few pure moments before your death, I will be there, watching you, and the last thing you will hear, are these two words: "Remember them?""
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
What's the point of living if I'm going to see all of them die? One by one he consumes them..until they are gone. I can see it..which one will be next, as if I was the one bringing their death. No matter what I do, those who I care for most will suffer. Sometimes I wish I were man, so I to would be able to perish with people like myself. I am forever doomed to watch as they fall one by one, like stars in the never-ending sky.
I can almost hear them now...in the back of my head. They tell me of how nice it is in Heaven. They want me to come with them..but..I..can't. It's all just a game, a sick, twisted little game to him. He specially designed it to torture me, he knows what gets under my skin...makes me tick. He knows it all.
"Like sand in an hourglass, their time will run out, and when it does, you will be there to see it; and you will know that you could have stopped it, but you never will, oh, no, you never will. You will be cursed with long life until all whom remember you fade away into oblivion. Immortal, you shall roam the earth, everywhere you go, and children will spit at you, women claw at your eyes, so that you may slither upon the ground like a serpent, for that is what you really are. In the few pure moments before your death, I will be there, watching you, and the last thing you will hear, are these two words: "Remember them?""