Crystal Tears
Ode to Aqua
It's your 13th birthday, hoping to see, ribbons and banners with your
name, happy times, laughs and glee. To you that is only a dream. Alone
in a cold cell you stand, no one to wish you happy birthday. Life is cruel
as it seems, you stand, still hoping to have a birthday so grand. Aqua,
you creator named you that, to him you're like a damn dirty rat, waiting to
be exterminated. Hopes so high yet by Liquid they are always denied. Light
doesn't shine on you, from your creator you feel a energy as dark as night,
Liquid? Father? Master? Master, you say it over and over in your head,
his cold hands made you bled, it pains you so much when you feel his icy touch. You spit up blood and you face is covered in dirt and mud, no
one cares, when you're ill no one is there, when you try hard, as hard as
you can, trying to be one of the men. Failure is the end result, bleeding badly
and hurting so much yet you are comforted by Sniper Wolf's soft touch.
She was your only friend in the world, every day you sit and wonder when
will this eternal hell end? You are depraved of energy and nourishment, other
than being tortured it is your punishment, just for being yourself. A Genome
soldier knocks at your door, you get up from the floor. Knowing it's time
for your torture, into the room you are led, you're getting strapped into the bed. The man across the room turns a dial, a surge of electricity runs trough
you veins. Could he be questioning your sense of spiritual fight, is he putting
you through some sort of trial? You look and notice, no right hand? Severed,
how sad, yet you are glad, glad that it didn't happen to you, yet. The pain
you'll never forget, your fighting spirit crushed, time seems rushed.
You're thrown back in your cell, your stomach churns a sign that you're not
feeling so well. A scream of agony echoes from the torture room, you look
down at your white shirt now a shade of mahogany from the blood dripping
down your chest. You scream as well, but in despair. Cell shut tight leaving
you gasping for air. The arctic wind blowing against your back, you huddle
in a small sack, the only cover you have. Your creator approaches the door, he laughs at the pitiful site, laying naked on the floor you glare at his icy
eyes, they're so bright and cold they could hypnotize. Liquid comes in, staring at you with a grin. He undresses you, runs his fingers on your silky
smooth skin. You think to your self "How could this man be my creator?" So
cruel. He beats you and leaves you alone. Crying, you stand, then you feel the touch of a warm hand. Could it be? Is it possible? You glance to see Sniper Wolf there, comforting you running her fingers through your long, teal hair,
she's like a mother to you. Soft, gentle, caring, just like one should be. A wolf brushes up against you leg. You pet his soft fur, he barks in delight, then you think to your self this is life. You lean into the embrace, even though you're much different from the human race. She is always there for you, in the cell stand just the two. She calms all your deepest fears, and washes away your crystal tears. I think you've found the perfect match.
Ode to Aqua
It's your 13th birthday, hoping to see, ribbons and banners with your
name, happy times, laughs and glee. To you that is only a dream. Alone
in a cold cell you stand, no one to wish you happy birthday. Life is cruel
as it seems, you stand, still hoping to have a birthday so grand. Aqua,
you creator named you that, to him you're like a damn dirty rat, waiting to
be exterminated. Hopes so high yet by Liquid they are always denied. Light
doesn't shine on you, from your creator you feel a energy as dark as night,
Liquid? Father? Master? Master, you say it over and over in your head,
his cold hands made you bled, it pains you so much when you feel his icy touch. You spit up blood and you face is covered in dirt and mud, no
one cares, when you're ill no one is there, when you try hard, as hard as
you can, trying to be one of the men. Failure is the end result, bleeding badly
and hurting so much yet you are comforted by Sniper Wolf's soft touch.
She was your only friend in the world, every day you sit and wonder when
will this eternal hell end? You are depraved of energy and nourishment, other
than being tortured it is your punishment, just for being yourself. A Genome
soldier knocks at your door, you get up from the floor. Knowing it's time
for your torture, into the room you are led, you're getting strapped into the bed. The man across the room turns a dial, a surge of electricity runs trough
you veins. Could he be questioning your sense of spiritual fight, is he putting
you through some sort of trial? You look and notice, no right hand? Severed,
how sad, yet you are glad, glad that it didn't happen to you, yet. The pain
you'll never forget, your fighting spirit crushed, time seems rushed.
You're thrown back in your cell, your stomach churns a sign that you're not
feeling so well. A scream of agony echoes from the torture room, you look
down at your white shirt now a shade of mahogany from the blood dripping
down your chest. You scream as well, but in despair. Cell shut tight leaving
you gasping for air. The arctic wind blowing against your back, you huddle
in a small sack, the only cover you have. Your creator approaches the door, he laughs at the pitiful site, laying naked on the floor you glare at his icy
eyes, they're so bright and cold they could hypnotize. Liquid comes in, staring at you with a grin. He undresses you, runs his fingers on your silky
smooth skin. You think to your self "How could this man be my creator?" So
cruel. He beats you and leaves you alone. Crying, you stand, then you feel the touch of a warm hand. Could it be? Is it possible? You glance to see Sniper Wolf there, comforting you running her fingers through your long, teal hair,
she's like a mother to you. Soft, gentle, caring, just like one should be. A wolf brushes up against you leg. You pet his soft fur, he barks in delight, then you think to your self this is life. You lean into the embrace, even though you're much different from the human race. She is always there for you, in the cell stand just the two. She calms all your deepest fears, and washes away your crystal tears. I think you've found the perfect match.