"The Words "Best Friend" Become Redefined"
Lyrics by Chiodos
Fanfiction by SireyuSpiegel
I've been hiding in this bed for weeks from this
Throats raw from screaming and I haven't said a word
The sky is calling, and the stars, they point to this
Kirsten lie still, hovers up the her neck, felled in battle not by an enemy combatant's hand, but by sickness; And from the blood flowing freely from her wrist, her own. She lie silently in her suffering in the dark room. Her once soft bed had seemed to turn to metal under her, the pillow no better. She felt as if she couldn't speak anymore. She'd tried calling for help, or at least she thought she did. Nothing was clear anymore.
To a chair we see your breath in the air (breath in the air)
but only for a little while
Your cold pale skin and tainted purple lips
Let me embrace you with this kiss
And together we'll float like angels
Together... together we will float like angels
She was dead; born that way, lived that way; Would rest forever that way. She defied science and logic. It threatened people who were set in their ways that she was not possible, and then to some like him, she was welcomed as possible, and was studied; experimented on. And suddenly, he was there. His hair was dark and long, hanging limply. He was pale, with too blue eyes and a stature that dwarfed her. His coat was long and dark, and what could be seen of his pants dark leather.
He leaned over her; she had a dark aura of coldness. When he breathed, they could see his breath in the air. He kissed her, leaving purple lipstick on her lips. She couldn't help but sit up, though her head ached. He hugged her. She got dizzy, and flopped back onto the pillow, disgusted with herself for enjoying the contact. She raised a claw. He shushed her and called her by her nickname: Fanged Angel. She had to shiver.
Higher than the heavens the clouds part ways
"Promise me to never look down!" and we'll stay like this forever
The dizziness intensified, and he pressed a warm hand to her freezing forehead. She glared at him through hollow red eyes. Her dark hair, grown long in the weeks she had spent lying in the bed, splayed across the pillow as she shut her eyes tightly. He pressed his lips to her forehead now, leaving another heliotrope lip mark.
"Promise me to never look down." He said.
Her dizziness was thrice as worse now. And suddenly she was sleeping in blackness, and He was gone.
If your stomach feels weak, then my work here is done
To hide from our twisted ways,
I've been hiding in this bed
Been hiding in this bed for weeks
When she awoke she was – Different – no claws, no horns, no markings. She was no longer the monster she had been, and she was repulsed by the fact, when she looked into the mirror he had left, that she was beautiful, gorgeous. There was still some hindrance to her beauty: Her ire, trepidation, and malice shone through the mask. And her hair: It was extremely long, but it was white. She sighed, looking up. She tried to stand, but merely floated: She had no legs, or rather she did, but they were made of the same ghostfire-silk material as her hair.
She had hands now. She thought that was the most horrible thing. How did she work them? She'd had them when she was younger, but had forgotten how to use them. She noticed she was naked now too. She tried to pull her clothes on, but was shocked to find that even though she could pick them up, they fell right through her. She would have to go naked. Her skin, once gray, was now brown and tinged with green and red
She looked up; there was a hole in the ceiling, as always. She could see the stars. Could she fly? She floated through the hole; she was small enough to do so, and off into the abyss of the night sky. She was afraid of heights, but was getting used to being this high.
She wouldn't hide in her bed anymore; she could hide in the sky now.