Personal Danse Macabre
Disclaimer: I still don't own it, but my master plan will soon be set in motion *steeples fingers*
A poem/song about immortality, because I cannot write anything cheerful without prompts, apparently.
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This is the end, I fell again,
The breath of life only does so much in the beginning.
This is the end, I'm gone again,
A new alias doesn't change the memories.
I'm lost and waiting for something but I don't know who I am.
This is the end, left by my friends,
Standing in the dust of divided enemies.
This is the end, abandoned again,
Left by the ones that should accept me.
Left waiting for someone, anyone to help me.
This is the end, trapped in the dark,
Stuck in torment with no escaping.
This is the end, cursing the heart(s),
Stuck in between stillness and forever beating.
Why am I waiting? No-one has come...
This is their end, they left me again,
Into the arms of death that won't accept me.
This is the end, I'm dabbling in death,
My personal Danse Macabre but I'm not dying.
I'm still waiting for something, anything to help me.
This is their end, I try not to care,
Wandering through life with my eyes half open.
This is the end, my constant friend,
Can you help me before I'm empty?
And I'm still waiting, despite the disappointment and the pain.
This is the end, I've fallen again.
But this time, I've fallen too far, and at last I'm gone.
This is the end.
I no longer have to wait.
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If you didn't know, Danse Macabre means Dance with Death - a term used to describe the state of life during the time period with plagues (14th to 17th century), when people didn't know how long they would survive for. A few of the paintings and artworks from that time show people dancing with skeletal figures - meant to symbolise death and/or lost loved ones.
And in case you couldn't tell, this is about Jack and/or the Doctor. But it was meant for Jack, which kinda just makes the Doctor and Jack just that bit more alike.