Unseen
By: Litt
Your cold eyes bore into me
And I couldn't help but look away.
Now that you're gone, however,
I can't help but wait for the day:
That you'll come back to me
To shower me with the affection I so miss,
Whisper those forbidden secrets in my ear,
Deliver that fatal kiss.
You could only live when I no longer did
Well, the girl died a long time ago.
She died for you, you dark prince.
For a kingdom she wouldn't live to know.
Like you promised, the passing was nothing but ease.
Somehow, I remember being scared
As life slowly ebbed I looked up at you,
As you grew stronger my anger flared.
You were going to leave me!
Despite all your soothing words,
You could care less how I felt about you; what we had
I saw freedom, life, fly away from me, as if on wings; like birds.
But you promised, with my last breath,
That upon your return I'd be your queen.
And I remember trusting you, and she died
But I lay there, a faint smile on my pale face: serene.
But then He came, the knight in shining armor.
They thought I cried because of the ordeal I'd been through,
It took me a while, but then I realized the cause of my tears.
I hope you're happy. I was crying for you.
No one up here understands me, no, not like you did.
I can't tell them the things I told you,
Can't play the games we used to play,
Do the things we used to do.
I'm trapped in a life I no longer live,
With people only tied to me by blood and smiles.
But nothing sticks quite like a memory,
Nothing else but you seems to stay after a while.
They're so quick to believe this person before them
Is the same one who you took away.
But it was me that walked away from you,
It was me who left the chamber that day.
Flowers, sunshine, crushes and smiles,
A lilting, happy, off-key song,
Those are the things I used to be, and now despise.
They think she's still here. I laugh; they're wrong.
She had been innocent, pure, a little girl.
But you stained her, corrupted her with poisoning ink,
Driving her to her end for you're promised beginning.
The end result, of course, would be me.
Of course I still answer when they call her name,
And of course I still return their embraces, their smiles.
But it's a mechanical thing, a muscle spasm is all.
But this wait better be worth the while.
Of course I can't still claim innocence,
For I know I'm no longer pure
I'd never tell them this of course,
They still swear I'm their little girl.
Of course, I've never been touched,
And of course my blood runs clean for generations of old,
But will they listen when I tell them what I've seen
They may hear, but wont listen, so I sit in myself, radiating burning cold.
The blackest of black, the essence of you
Your memories flitting over my own
That ever-present cold enveloping me with unyielding strength
But they don't see this, for I've never shown
AN: You'd be amazed what kind of stuff will run through ones mind at 3am in
the morning.
You really would.
By: Litt
Your cold eyes bore into me
And I couldn't help but look away.
Now that you're gone, however,
I can't help but wait for the day:
That you'll come back to me
To shower me with the affection I so miss,
Whisper those forbidden secrets in my ear,
Deliver that fatal kiss.
You could only live when I no longer did
Well, the girl died a long time ago.
She died for you, you dark prince.
For a kingdom she wouldn't live to know.
Like you promised, the passing was nothing but ease.
Somehow, I remember being scared
As life slowly ebbed I looked up at you,
As you grew stronger my anger flared.
You were going to leave me!
Despite all your soothing words,
You could care less how I felt about you; what we had
I saw freedom, life, fly away from me, as if on wings; like birds.
But you promised, with my last breath,
That upon your return I'd be your queen.
And I remember trusting you, and she died
But I lay there, a faint smile on my pale face: serene.
But then He came, the knight in shining armor.
They thought I cried because of the ordeal I'd been through,
It took me a while, but then I realized the cause of my tears.
I hope you're happy. I was crying for you.
No one up here understands me, no, not like you did.
I can't tell them the things I told you,
Can't play the games we used to play,
Do the things we used to do.
I'm trapped in a life I no longer live,
With people only tied to me by blood and smiles.
But nothing sticks quite like a memory,
Nothing else but you seems to stay after a while.
They're so quick to believe this person before them
Is the same one who you took away.
But it was me that walked away from you,
It was me who left the chamber that day.
Flowers, sunshine, crushes and smiles,
A lilting, happy, off-key song,
Those are the things I used to be, and now despise.
They think she's still here. I laugh; they're wrong.
She had been innocent, pure, a little girl.
But you stained her, corrupted her with poisoning ink,
Driving her to her end for you're promised beginning.
The end result, of course, would be me.
Of course I still answer when they call her name,
And of course I still return their embraces, their smiles.
But it's a mechanical thing, a muscle spasm is all.
But this wait better be worth the while.
Of course I can't still claim innocence,
For I know I'm no longer pure
I'd never tell them this of course,
They still swear I'm their little girl.
Of course, I've never been touched,
And of course my blood runs clean for generations of old,
But will they listen when I tell them what I've seen
They may hear, but wont listen, so I sit in myself, radiating burning cold.
The blackest of black, the essence of you
Your memories flitting over my own
That ever-present cold enveloping me with unyielding strength
But they don't see this, for I've never shown
AN: You'd be amazed what kind of stuff will run through ones mind at 3am in
the morning.
You really would.