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Alright, be that way. -_- Aaaaaaanywaaaaaaaayz... some angsty shizit, for your enjoyment. OBVIOUSLY, it's YuffenTine. Read to yer hearts content. ^_^
How he walks.
How he talks ( when he talks.)
The furtive glances thrown from him to me,
But how I feel? He'll never know, never see.
He loves her, frozen in time.
Am I alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Fine? Someone tell me it's true. I'm plummeting down, it seems mile after mile.
Fine!? A delusion! Who am I kidding!? I'm drowning in denial.
Frustration and sadness well up inside me,
He's always there to comfort me, always right there beside me.
Comfort? Yeah like salt in a wound, or ripping out my hair.
It just hurts more to see how much he cares.
The tears fall down there are always more to cry.
A well of angst, and sadness, and turmoil locked inside.
He wants to know the reason I cry, so I mumble an excuse like stress, or Wutai.
He sits near me, rubs my back for a while...
Then he's gone.
I cry again...
And
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another mile.
VINCENT'S POV:
With each of her tears that hits the floor, I feel my heart grow harder.
Each one a diamond, that shouldn't have had to fall.
I'm growing to despise myself, should I heed Chaos' alluring call?
Should I let myself go? Lose myself to the demon inside?
Or should I just go on living this way, live and let die?
To let myself love would feed the evil hunger.
To let myself forget would pull me under,
Caught in the unforgiving tide that is now.
While the past has so many nooks and crannies shrouded in shadow.
There, I am free to live, to love, to look back, to mourn.
Here, now, you can't be too happy, or too forlorn.
You'll be shot down, falling gracelessly from the sky,
Like the frail girl I hold, shaking as she cries.
Never will I hold my long dead love in my arms,
Never as tightly as she still holds my heart, now and forever.
Never.
Bitter and resentful. A demon held inside,
A worthless shell, cold, monstrous, red eyes.
Deserving only of torture and pain.
Not of love. Not of joy.
I shove the girl away as she looks at me, hurt and betrayed.
She believes I think of her as a toy, a plaything.
Her eyes make me cringe, freshening my guilt,
Renewing my wound. The pain is searing.
It is my life. Guilt, pain, fearing.
Constantly fearing for the ones who are lucky.
The monster,
Rearing it's head that is truly ugly,
Hurts them...
Hurting me...
What I deserve...
What I need...
What I want.
I am truly a monster.