~Don't look, don't look
The shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always see
This trembling towers a bird mad girl~
Dib was doing the same thing he did every night now: running. Running through blinding darkness and muffling light. Running from the shadows calling his name. Running towards the one whom he had been calling himself. He didn't know who, but it was someone. He knew that this was just a dream--- a scary one at that, full of mystery--- yet he didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep running, until he came upon the loving arms of the one he was looking for. He would try in real life, but he didn't know who it was. He just kept screaming a name, yet he couldn't hear it. His voice in this dream was a mystery to him.
~Every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again~
Dib was sweating as he dreamt. He was muttering, squirming- tormented by his dream. He was struggling to awake, struggling to stop this nightmare. Yet he was struggling to stay in it; to find the one who he was calling to. It had to be someone. There had to be someone for him, but who? If he were to continue the dream, his nightmare, would it become a good dream when he found who he was looking for? Could he just stay in his dream? Or could his sub-conscious at least show him who it was he needed? There were answers in dreams; yet not in this one. Or were there?
~Don't talk of love 'cause shadows blur
Murmuring me away from you
Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is always ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do~
The shadows; he knew what the shadows really were. If he were to get caught by one, the terror of it would wake him immediately. He wanted to, for once, finish this dream. 'What is love?' He thought as he ran. 'What is fear?' He was thinking regularly, yet he was continuing to call a name. Cold, suddenly cold; the shadows' voices like ice penetrating his thoughts. Burning, burning, noise. Laughing, terrified screaming. Darkness as the shadows devoured him, blurring together, as a Dib in burning shadow fear.
~Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end~
He awoke a with start. Cold sweat was beading on his forehead, little rivulets of fear and burning desire trailing along his face, down his neck. His throat was dry, as if his insides were trying to contrast with his outsides. He reached for his glasses. When he had turned 15, he had considered contacts; but he declined, because he didn't really like the idea of sticking a piece of plastic on his eye. He turned on the light of his room. He chose the wrong light, and the room was bathed in violet light. His black light. he couldn't remember when or why he had put that there. He shrugged, then walked to the bathroom. He looked at the mirror at the disheveled reflection of himself before him. He couldn't stand his reflection. Dark circles under his eyes, hollow cheeks, skin paler than usual. He frowned, making him hate his reflection even more. He tried to smile, but it was as if his smile muscles had atrophied after all this time of nightmares and fear and searching for love and pain and loneliness. He picked up one of Gaz's eyeliner sticks that she had left on the counter.
~Just paint your face and shadow smile
Slipping me away from you
Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep awhile - you must be tired~
He took off the cap and drew a curving line at one of the corners of his mouth, creating a shadowy, twisted half smile. He then did the same to the other corner. He now had a thin, shadowed, false smile; easily washed away. Just like the kind of smile he had always had. He had wanted to look happy, so maybe he could feel happy. No. He couldn't lie to his heart like that. No. He wiped away at the kohl savagely, his nails removing some of his pale flesh. He looked at his reflection. It was in one piece. His heart wasn't. He wanted to see himself as he felt. So he punched the mirror. Hard. Blood, searing pain, flying jagged silver. He looked at the pieces, ignoring his many profusely bleeding cuts. Instead of the shattered reflection he wanted, he got many small versions of himself.
Whole.
~When every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again~
He couldn't bear it. He ran to his room. He collapsed on his bed, staining crimson, becoming moister by the second. He closed his eyes. Dib fell into a troubled sleep, the exact same dream as before. As he slept, his hot blood mingled with his cold sweat. His mind was once again looking for this person he so needed now. More screaming, more darkness and dreaming. More fear of what lies ahead in the form of shadows; more desire of what lies ahead in the form of a muffled being voicing words of encouragement. He dreamt of this voice more clearly than ever before--- he must be getting closer. And he wondered, deep inside, 'Is this being dreaming of me, needing me? Are shadows of hatred or fear in their way? Or, do they even care?'
~Every night I burn
Scream the animal screams
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream~
A/N: Did ya like it? If so, please review. Your reviews are like firewood! The more reviews, the faster I'll upload.
The shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always see
This trembling towers a bird mad girl~
Dib was doing the same thing he did every night now: running. Running through blinding darkness and muffling light. Running from the shadows calling his name. Running towards the one whom he had been calling himself. He didn't know who, but it was someone. He knew that this was just a dream--- a scary one at that, full of mystery--- yet he didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep running, until he came upon the loving arms of the one he was looking for. He would try in real life, but he didn't know who it was. He just kept screaming a name, yet he couldn't hear it. His voice in this dream was a mystery to him.
~Every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again~
Dib was sweating as he dreamt. He was muttering, squirming- tormented by his dream. He was struggling to awake, struggling to stop this nightmare. Yet he was struggling to stay in it; to find the one who he was calling to. It had to be someone. There had to be someone for him, but who? If he were to continue the dream, his nightmare, would it become a good dream when he found who he was looking for? Could he just stay in his dream? Or could his sub-conscious at least show him who it was he needed? There were answers in dreams; yet not in this one. Or were there?
~Don't talk of love 'cause shadows blur
Murmuring me away from you
Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is always ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do~
The shadows; he knew what the shadows really were. If he were to get caught by one, the terror of it would wake him immediately. He wanted to, for once, finish this dream. 'What is love?' He thought as he ran. 'What is fear?' He was thinking regularly, yet he was continuing to call a name. Cold, suddenly cold; the shadows' voices like ice penetrating his thoughts. Burning, burning, noise. Laughing, terrified screaming. Darkness as the shadows devoured him, blurring together, as a Dib in burning shadow fear.
~Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end~
He awoke a with start. Cold sweat was beading on his forehead, little rivulets of fear and burning desire trailing along his face, down his neck. His throat was dry, as if his insides were trying to contrast with his outsides. He reached for his glasses. When he had turned 15, he had considered contacts; but he declined, because he didn't really like the idea of sticking a piece of plastic on his eye. He turned on the light of his room. He chose the wrong light, and the room was bathed in violet light. His black light. he couldn't remember when or why he had put that there. He shrugged, then walked to the bathroom. He looked at the mirror at the disheveled reflection of himself before him. He couldn't stand his reflection. Dark circles under his eyes, hollow cheeks, skin paler than usual. He frowned, making him hate his reflection even more. He tried to smile, but it was as if his smile muscles had atrophied after all this time of nightmares and fear and searching for love and pain and loneliness. He picked up one of Gaz's eyeliner sticks that she had left on the counter.
~Just paint your face and shadow smile
Slipping me away from you
Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep awhile - you must be tired~
He took off the cap and drew a curving line at one of the corners of his mouth, creating a shadowy, twisted half smile. He then did the same to the other corner. He now had a thin, shadowed, false smile; easily washed away. Just like the kind of smile he had always had. He had wanted to look happy, so maybe he could feel happy. No. He couldn't lie to his heart like that. No. He wiped away at the kohl savagely, his nails removing some of his pale flesh. He looked at his reflection. It was in one piece. His heart wasn't. He wanted to see himself as he felt. So he punched the mirror. Hard. Blood, searing pain, flying jagged silver. He looked at the pieces, ignoring his many profusely bleeding cuts. Instead of the shattered reflection he wanted, he got many small versions of himself.
Whole.
~When every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again~
He couldn't bear it. He ran to his room. He collapsed on his bed, staining crimson, becoming moister by the second. He closed his eyes. Dib fell into a troubled sleep, the exact same dream as before. As he slept, his hot blood mingled with his cold sweat. His mind was once again looking for this person he so needed now. More screaming, more darkness and dreaming. More fear of what lies ahead in the form of shadows; more desire of what lies ahead in the form of a muffled being voicing words of encouragement. He dreamt of this voice more clearly than ever before--- he must be getting closer. And he wondered, deep inside, 'Is this being dreaming of me, needing me? Are shadows of hatred or fear in their way? Or, do they even care?'
~Every night I burn
Scream the animal screams
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream~
A/N: Did ya like it? If so, please review. Your reviews are like firewood! The more reviews, the faster I'll upload.