Author's Notes: This was a spur of the moment thing. Please do flame me, if you do I will ignore and laugh at you. REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters,places, etc. I own only the plot! I don't even own the song. The song is The One I Love by The Rasmus. ENJOYMUCHOS AND REVIEW!!
Chapel of Stone
Haven't slept in a week
My bed has become my coffin
Cannot breathe, cannot speak
My head's like a bomb, still waiting
Take my hear and take my soul I don't need them anymore
You are beautiful. A living angel, and I had you for a brief time. I lost you to some one else. Gone now you are and I can still feel your body against mine, holding me, comforting me. Your warmth is gone and I am cold again. Cold like I was before your love. My skin is paler now, my eyes more dull, and my hands so icy they would freeze the fire of Hell.
You were like no one I had ever met. Your long auburn hair falling over your back, hips swinging as you walk away from me, lips leaving trails of kisses on my neck, small hands wrenching my heart from my body, and eyes that will never look upon me again.
The one I love
Is striking me down on my knees
Drowning me in my dreams
Over and Over again
Dragging me under
"I'm sorry." Your words echo in my mind every day. I've tried everything to get them out and yet they still refuse to leave me be. I think they will haunt me for the rest of my life. They invade my thoughts, no matter what I think of.
"So am I." I know I sounded cold, but that's how I felt after you told me you were going with him. It's not fair. It's not fair that you should have to leave me to be with that man. That man that cares nothing for you. That man that is not worthy of your love, not worthy even to look at you. You are an Angel, Ginevra, and you should be in my arms, protecting me, not him.
Hypnotized by the night
Silently rising beside me
Emptiness, nothingness
Is burning a hole inside me T
ake my faith and take my pride
I don't need them anymore
You can take my pride. The pride I used to care so much about. I don't need it. You're the only person I'd give my pride to and now I am shoving it at you. You come to me in my dreams uninvited. I don't want to remember you. I don't want to remember your voice or your words or anything about you. I want to forget that I lost an angel.
I'm using this knife to hand you my soul, pride, and heart. Please take them knowing that, as much as I don't want to, I love you.
This bed has become my chapel of stone
A garden to where I'm thrown
So take my life, I don't need it anymore
Author's Notes: I hope you like it!!!! Flames are welcome, but will be ignored and laughed at. If you like it, let me know! I might do one by Ginny to reply.