Disclaimer: Well... I have nothing. So don't even ask for this.
Timeframe: *twitch* Farf at a church. Anytime you want.
Notes: CHURCH SUCKS!!! I really wrote this in church. *twitch* Kinda odd for me to go. My friend made me!! Anyways, there was this STATUE There AND I SWEAR HE KEPT LOOKING AT ME!
Anyways here's my first shot at a Farfarello ficcie..!
Hurricane of Sin
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The pale lighting. Candles about, falmes floating. Creating this place, this place for where I can remain. The tall wooden cross hanging from the ceiling, almost floating on thin air. It felt so peaceful. So very, very peaceful. And lonely. No one but me. Just me. And him...
He stares at me threw the saddest of sad eyes ever seen. For no matter, he is forsaken. I feel for him. I truely do. Emotionally, at least. But I none the least feel for him.
His blood stains his hands. Oh so forsaken, much like me.
I touch his hands. Wanting to feel his book leak from those wounds inflicked by man.
His gray stone eye stare at me. Giving me pity. I clasp onto his. Staring at him, squeezing his hands. They should be cold. Dead cold. Like the stone that it is. But still, no feeling circulates into me. My outter skin, utterly numb. Numb from the cold settling inside of me.
His pity is mocking me. I can see how he looks down on me. Not to me. No never to me. No one can actually face me. This beloved Christ, this one who has forsaken me. I find no guidence within his gaze. Just stone. Nothing but stone.
He damnes me. Damns me like all the others in this holy of holy places. The child of a fiend. I am a child of sin.
Unholy sin. By lord, I wish for him to not leave me so. But never he had even tried to lead me. Such a sinner for being born.
Stop me. Oh please, my Lord, stop me from killing wiht my own hands. Stop me from killing in YOUR name! Please, show me guidence! I need you here... tell me to stop killing your beloved children who cry out to you.
Just like I do. And yet, still you are to quiet. Do YOU want them to die?!
Look now! Behold the red on my hands and face. This horrible mangled face, all in YOUR honor! They stain your own son's hands! And still neither of you weep.
Do you not see, that I do this inhuman crime infront of the Beloved Son, infront of YOUR son, and still you do nothing. Does one even care what happens to your only child? To all your other pitiful human children?! My knife DRIPS of THEIR blood and still you do NOTHING to stop me!
My heart hurts.. eyes watering. Do you not see anymore? I still hold your beloved son's hands. Clasped in my own. Both stained with blood. His of his own, and mine of these 'holy' priests and nuns you so shower with your grace. And still you did not stop me from killing.
I pull this Son of yours from his perch. He angers me now. That face. That pity. Its edging me further. Further into what they call 'insanity' though as to why, I am unsure.
Your son shatters when he hits the floor. So easily broken.
My lord. Please forgive me.
For when you do. Then I will be able to forgive myself....
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Miguel- *streaches* ahh... well I got you to type it up. I say, great job.
Kalli- _ _;;;;;;;;;;;; he's way ooc!!
Miguel- Thats besides the point. ANd that statue should be shattered, its damn creepy!!
Kalli- Miggie-kun, go and get me on track again and finish some of my OTHER works!!
Miguel- jeeze you demand alot.
Kalli- *sigh* Just shut up, anyways, this is my frist try at a Farfarello fic, and I'm not to happy about it. So yeah... its here... you read it. Thank you and tell me what you thought. Even if its kinda stupid, at least give me some pointers ((BESIDES A BETA READER TYPE THING)) as to how to make it better.
Timeframe: *twitch* Farf at a church. Anytime you want.
Notes: CHURCH SUCKS!!! I really wrote this in church. *twitch* Kinda odd for me to go. My friend made me!! Anyways, there was this STATUE There AND I SWEAR HE KEPT LOOKING AT ME!
Anyways here's my first shot at a Farfarello ficcie..!
Hurricane of Sin
____----====----_____
The pale lighting. Candles about, falmes floating. Creating this place, this place for where I can remain. The tall wooden cross hanging from the ceiling, almost floating on thin air. It felt so peaceful. So very, very peaceful. And lonely. No one but me. Just me. And him...
He stares at me threw the saddest of sad eyes ever seen. For no matter, he is forsaken. I feel for him. I truely do. Emotionally, at least. But I none the least feel for him.
His blood stains his hands. Oh so forsaken, much like me.
I touch his hands. Wanting to feel his book leak from those wounds inflicked by man.
His gray stone eye stare at me. Giving me pity. I clasp onto his. Staring at him, squeezing his hands. They should be cold. Dead cold. Like the stone that it is. But still, no feeling circulates into me. My outter skin, utterly numb. Numb from the cold settling inside of me.
His pity is mocking me. I can see how he looks down on me. Not to me. No never to me. No one can actually face me. This beloved Christ, this one who has forsaken me. I find no guidence within his gaze. Just stone. Nothing but stone.
He damnes me. Damns me like all the others in this holy of holy places. The child of a fiend. I am a child of sin.
Unholy sin. By lord, I wish for him to not leave me so. But never he had even tried to lead me. Such a sinner for being born.
Stop me. Oh please, my Lord, stop me from killing wiht my own hands. Stop me from killing in YOUR name! Please, show me guidence! I need you here... tell me to stop killing your beloved children who cry out to you.
Just like I do. And yet, still you are to quiet. Do YOU want them to die?!
Look now! Behold the red on my hands and face. This horrible mangled face, all in YOUR honor! They stain your own son's hands! And still neither of you weep.
Do you not see, that I do this inhuman crime infront of the Beloved Son, infront of YOUR son, and still you do nothing. Does one even care what happens to your only child? To all your other pitiful human children?! My knife DRIPS of THEIR blood and still you do NOTHING to stop me!
My heart hurts.. eyes watering. Do you not see anymore? I still hold your beloved son's hands. Clasped in my own. Both stained with blood. His of his own, and mine of these 'holy' priests and nuns you so shower with your grace. And still you did not stop me from killing.
I pull this Son of yours from his perch. He angers me now. That face. That pity. Its edging me further. Further into what they call 'insanity' though as to why, I am unsure.
Your son shatters when he hits the floor. So easily broken.
My lord. Please forgive me.
For when you do. Then I will be able to forgive myself....
_____-----=====-----_____
Miguel- *streaches* ahh... well I got you to type it up. I say, great job.
Kalli- _ _;;;;;;;;;;;; he's way ooc!!
Miguel- Thats besides the point. ANd that statue should be shattered, its damn creepy!!
Kalli- Miggie-kun, go and get me on track again and finish some of my OTHER works!!
Miguel- jeeze you demand alot.
Kalli- *sigh* Just shut up, anyways, this is my frist try at a Farfarello fic, and I'm not to happy about it. So yeah... its here... you read it. Thank you and tell me what you thought. Even if its kinda stupid, at least give me some pointers ((BESIDES A BETA READER TYPE THING)) as to how to make it better.
