This song is called
Angels Would Fall. I have never heard
it before. I stumbled across the lyrics
earlier today and said to myself ; "Now this is screaming song-fic!" And always do as I tell myself (-: Disney owns the characters, Melissa
Etheridge owns the song. I own a tigger
pez dispenser.
The rope that's wrapped around me
Is cutting through my skin
And the doubts that have surrounded me
Are finding their way in
I keep it close to me
Like a holy man prays
In my desperate hour
It's better that way
Clu slowly arose from his bed
as if someone unseen was pulling, pushing him to. He didn't want to, quite consent on staying there for now and
perhaps forever. Life sucked. Life couldn't hurt him if he stayed in bed
all day. Clu even found getting up to
use the bathroom difficult. Yet on his
free will but yet in another way against his will he was leaving the one place
he found safe.
So I'll come by and see you again
I'll be such a very good friend
Have mercy on my soul
I will never let you know
Where my mind has been
Just like always his parents were speaking in whispers. Since that day they always did, not knowing
if Clu would come and over hear. They
wanted to protect him from anymore pain.
They see him standing in the doorway, looking lost. His mother reaches out to hug him, something
all mothers do for their kids. But he
tenses his body up unwilling to feel any love or to give it away. While his father watches helpless turned
upside on deciding what course of action to take. Finally decided on a manly, but loving pat on the back. Questions now come silently he hears and
knows what they want to hear. Still he
can't do that, he wants to spare them from the pain of knowing it's over for
him. Without answering, without telling
the truth they can think and believe everything is getting better for him.
Angels never came down
There's no one here they want to hang around
But if they knew
If they knew you at all
Then one by one the angels
Angels would fall
Clu continues playing the role of a monk and leaves going
somewhere. He didn't know where,
nothing in this world made sense to him anywhere. It never did before but now the confusion had hatred towards
living mixed in. Light, sun, anything
connected with newness and joy he hated.
He wanted to return to his curtain closed, heavy quilts to hide his head
under, bedroom. Still his feet carried
him around the house. Dragging on the
floor creating static electricity and carpet burn. His own mind terrified him.
The things he saw, thought of.
Clu hated it. Hated it all.
I've crept into your temple
I have slept upon your pew
I've dreamed of the divinity
Inside and out of you
I want it more than truth
I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little death
The scream escaped from inside his throat out of lips unaware it had
been let loose until he heard it.
Her. Her picture but it stirred
up the same feelings. Let me return to
my room! He begs to the ceiling with
his hands clasped together. Clu found
he couldn't, couldn't even turn his face away.
He loved her so badly and seeing her smile, the reminder of all their
happy times and even the sad ones they over came Clu starts to cry. The first tears and true sign of emotion
since that night. It scarred him. All this time he was determined to be brave
take it like a man. Now with the salt
water blocking his line of vision and being reminded of her beauty he no longer
cared. Clu just wanted to be with her.
So I'll come by and see you again
I'll be just a very good friend
He had known since the moment
they meet it was a forever thing. Not
even death could separate them.
Shakespeare realized true star lovers will always be together. The world will understand this too. Finally the invisible fence blocking him
from movement disappears and he opens the drawer. Pulls out the first steak knife he sees and rests it to his
throat. Just as Clu is about to scrape
it across bracing himself for the pain his mother walks in. Runs towards him arms extended outwards to
push him onto the ground. The knife
goes flying out of his hand luckily missing them both. Clu tries to grab it from where it lie, but
Irene stops him and gently sooths into his ears. Barely heard over his tears and screams.
I will not look upon your face
I will not touch upon your grace
Your ecclesiastic skin
Today it
failed, maybe tomorrow and the day after that it would as well. Clu would keep on trying, knowing one day
they'll have to look away. He needed her;
nothing was the same without her.
Everyone, every situation reminded him of her. He didn't want reminders he wanted her. That's why sleeping was ideal for him. Just close his eyes and their back together again, happy, in love
and must importantly alive. But in
dreams he couldn't feel her. One
day. One day soon I'll be there. He tells the picture.
