Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer=not mine. Sadly
What Faith Wants
I creep through the night
Feeling the breeze on my back.
Stake slick with my sweat,
My leather pants hugging every curve
I see brightness up ahead
Hear chatter and laughter
See the sign that floods the black,
I creep into the club, my heart thumping
Like a newborn bird
The music pounds through my head
And bodies are swaying
The smell of sweat fills my nostrils
My vision becomes hazy
But I still see her
Her body moving to the music
Her blond hair swishing back and forth
And I can't stop staring
The flashing lights reflect off her dancing figure
A small smile plays about her lips
Hatred wells up inside me, roaring
I want to crush her, to hurt her, to kill her
I want to wipe that damn perky look of her face
But most of I want to beg for her forgiveness
I want to tell her I'm sorry, that I want her to accept me
I want to tell her how much she hurt me, how much
I need her...them
I want forgiveness, not hate
I want their love and trust
Something I can never have
I watch her and her gang
Happy, carefree
Something I never will be
I sense those hazel eyes on me
And I slip back into the shadows
A phantom, a ghost
Nothing
Never seen
Never heard
Except by the villainous creatures of the darkness
Never by the ones I want to know me most.
Trash, slut, whore, bitch,...murderer
The names that describe me
I slip out of the club away from the people with laughter, and friendship, and music in their eyes
I stare at my hands, which seem to always be stained with blood
I let out a low, throaty laugh
Nothing, I'll always be nothing
I run from the reminder of the things I can never have
Run from her, and them, and all the joy they possess, and back into corruption, gloom, and death.
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