Disclaimer: as you guessed already. I don't own Quatre.
A/N: it's quatre's POV obviously.
So I'm sitting here surrounded by empty darkness. Moon's silver light flows through my window and reflects on the shining blade in my hand. Soon. Soon I can rest from all the pain. Why do I have to feel? All this pain. The pain of the war, of my fellow pilot, my pain. Shining drops of salty water fall on the soft surface of the carpet. It's only the matter of minutes till they will be replaced by blood. My blood. This world is wrong. If I can't change it I refuse to be a part of it. Eternal sleep will bring me peace. And if the sleep is all it takes, I never want to wake up. I place the knife beside me, pick up a pen and a piece of paper and scribble my last words.
~*~*~*~*~
Are you lost?
Because I am.
My life is a maze
Even though they say that it's just a phase.
There's no way out
They have no idea what they're talking about.
My dreams are dead
My dark side is well fed.
My tears fall
Eternal sleep is the goal.
The peace will come
But at what cost?
My soul is lost
This is what I feared the most.
The path I chose has no return
Some people might think that I'm wrong.
All I do is try to survive
But I don't want this life.
If I go I won't be missed
So why can't I just rest in peace?
~*~*~*~*~
I'm so tired but now I can rest. Once again the heavy blade is in my hand. Without a second thought I slice my wrists open. Dark red liquid make it's way from the prison it was kept in. My eyelids get heavier with every second, and a faint smile creeps onto my lips. The darkness that was around me for so long now is a part of me. "Good-bye. See you next time." A whisper fills the room. Then it dies and so do I.
So I'm sitting here surrounded by empty darkness. Moon's silver light flows through my window and reflects on the shining blade in my hand. Soon. Soon I can rest from all the pain. Why do I have to feel? All this pain. The pain of the war, of my fellow pilot, my pain. Shining drops of salty water fall on the soft surface of the carpet. It's only the matter of minutes till they will be replaced by blood. My blood. This world is wrong. If I can't change it I refuse to be a part of it. Eternal sleep will bring me peace. And if the sleep is all it takes, I never want to wake up. I place the knife beside me, pick up a pen and a piece of paper and scribble my last words.
~*~*~*~*~
Are you lost?
Because I am.
My life is a maze
Even though they say that it's just a phase.
There's no way out
They have no idea what they're talking about.
My dreams are dead
My dark side is well fed.
My tears fall
Eternal sleep is the goal.
The peace will come
But at what cost?
My soul is lost
This is what I feared the most.
The path I chose has no return
Some people might think that I'm wrong.
All I do is try to survive
But I don't want this life.
If I go I won't be missed
So why can't I just rest in peace?
~*~*~*~*~
I'm so tired but now I can rest. Once again the heavy blade is in my hand. Without a second thought I slice my wrists open. Dark red liquid make it's way from the prison it was kept in. My eyelids get heavier with every second, and a faint smile creeps onto my lips. The darkness that was around me for so long now is a part of me. "Good-bye. See you next time." A whisper fills the room. Then it dies and so do I.