Love Is Tragic
Love Is Bold
You Will Always
Do What You Are Told
Insanity, that's what someone once, said I had, that or a death wish. Either one sounds about right, but then if you became an assassin, what else could one call you? I often reflect over the past, my lost love, the pain of deceit and the color of death. So many think death is black, the cool silent dark black, but they are wrong. Death is red, bright, passionate and very sudden, the blood painting all over your soul when done. I have killed over a hundred men and have yet to stop, all in the name of justice. Who decided what is correct and what is wrong? Men of power that's who and I work for one, an organization actually, built on the name justice and knee deep in power.
Over all it makes love and any semblance of life out side the missions impossible, leaving each of us lonely and bleak. Each deal with it differently, Ken with his children and soccer, Omi with his computer, and you with me. Well that was before, I couldn't take it and realized I was dead. Now you just fume and stay silent, using your ice as a shield from me and everyone else. Perhaps I was stupid to try for anything beyond a one-night stand but the pain in your violet eyes called to me like nothing else, rivaling Asuka memory. And that is the reason really, you were taking over my heart, pushing Asuka's love back and replacing it with your own and I freaked out. So I backed out and ran, hiding behind my playboy image and fucking anything that moved.
Love Is Hard
Love Is Strong
You Will Never Say That You Were Wrong
I Don't Know When I Got Bitter
But Love Is Surely Better When It's Gone
It ended with me begging, asking for one more chance, and for that moment I meant it, fear from the dark silent night egging me on. Only you moved away and left me alone, and I responded by burying myself in the clubs, losing each night to alcohol and cheap women. I love Asuka and that is all I need. Death is surely the best thing that could have happened. Now she will never change, remaining a perfect memory in my mind and keeping me cold at night. Ghosts don't hold one at night or help one with a floral arrangement. No they just linger, sucking out all the life out of someone and then leaving him or her to morn their death all over. Then one night I had enough, ending up at your door, begging, sobbing for you, my empty bed just too much to bear. Well obviously you turned me down and that's when I decided love is better when it is dead.
'Cause You Wanted More
More Than I could Give
More than I could handle
In a life that I can't live
You wanted more
More than I could bear
More than I could offer
For a love that isn't there
So I let go of my control, raging at night and letting the emotions run its course, hoping they would run out just like your passion did. Night after night you show up at my door, holding yourself closed and just staring at me with that hurt look. And I hate you for it. I really do. You want something that isn't there and nothing I can say will make you see how broken I am. There is nothing left and all I can do is watch you struggle to reach out to me, in the half stumbling attempts that only you can do. So I told you goodbye, ending our little game and leaving you with your ghosts and me with mine.
Months have passed and yet I still dream of you and the soft touches you always had, the crimson hair brushing past your pale shoulders as you kissed me, the smile reaching your eyes. I killed that, though, just like I killed Asuka. And that's how I know I was in love. All that I love dies in the end and I can see your spirit dieing with each marked neck I get, the perfume that surrounds me from the women and how I flirt with each female, getting numbers and leaving at night for the club.