Human
A/N: I don't own Coraline, or Ellie Gouldings song Human
-H-
Human behave yourself
you have burst at the seems
let it all fall out
open your mouth
She is weak, and broken. Her eyes are gone and she makes her way by touch alone. She is old, and she has no allies. She is more helpless than a child because of her.
Often I lie wide awake
and think of things that I can make
but I don't seem to have the parts to build them
Sleep doesn't exist here, not for her. So when she is not busily rebuilding her the remnants of her web, she thinks. So many thoughts whirl through her head, so many ideas. Still, she knows, they are nothing, fragments, shades. Her own twisted version of things so much more beautiful in reality, their faults covered by blinding colors.
Human I wonder why your a better make
than I could ever build or create
you know not love or hate
The people she made, no the facsimile, were shallow. Nothing but sand and cloth, dolls with a limited sentience. Puppets, nothing more, no more real than the world she made.
I am so scared of what will kill me in the end
for I am not prepared
She is terrified of what will end her. She has lived centuries, and the fear of death is coiled deep inside her.
I hope that I will get the chance to be someone
to be human
She would give anything to be one of them, human.
look what we've done
She curls up on to a bed of threads, surrounded by a house if webs, the void visible in large unmade patches.
Look what we've done
A thread snaps, then another. Then, her world breaks, and she is swallowed by the white.
I would give my life, to be human
-H-
A/N: And fin. Wow this has got to be one of the shortest thing' I've ever uploaded. Anyway, tell me what you think. Bye