-This is a really short story...but I couldn't think of anything else! I have not written for like, a week and I was getting desperate so I wrote this, its sort of a summary of the visions I have had this week (it's been a really weird week) and a gundam fanfiction, it's odd, it mentions kissing so I guess it's a little bit shounen ai, but it's really, really nothing and probably won't offend you even if you are not a fan of that kind of stuff. If it does, write me a mean letter. Thats all now, I'm rather subdued, but this is the only thing I've written worth posting, it mentions no names, but I'm sure you'll get the just of it, you're smart people!-
Every day I live is another day I die. Deeper into the sadness, drowning in dark water, I run in the dark field I run to the gray place. There I see him, bright and shining. It's bright and I can hardly look I've been in the dark so long. But he smiles at me and takes my hand. His expression gets worried and he speaks "where are your wings?" he asks innocently. I look downcast, there's nothing else to do…but I don't repent, there's no place in my heart for the pain of realizing what I've done, there's too much pain already. What happy memories were there? I wish I could forget…forget what happened. I hate him for making me remember, but I love him because he gave me purpose when there was none. He's nothing like me, but we're the same…it's very odd, he says I look like his father. I admire the kind killer, I'm jealous of how awful he feels when he kills. I feel the same way when I kill as when I kiss him, empty. Maybe that's because there's no room for a soul in a soldier. He can never be as good as I am, never please as I can, he hungers not for the safety of death, the gain of murder, the pride of superiority. I am the superior soldier, he is the superior man, and I'm not a man at all. The same dream every night, he flies away but he can't take me with him because my wings are gone. He cries, pleads…he has to go. Every morning he wakes up shaking, crying…sometimes screaming. I wonder if he cries for me. He never tells me, I never cry, I don't pity, I don't love. In his dreams, he cries because he can't take me with him, must endure the anguish of another damn day. I feel nothing when he cries, the wind in my hair is just a nuisance as I run down the dark hill. Hold myself under water a little longer, a little bit longer. I never felt a thing.
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I hunger for criticism!
-Naie
Every day I live is another day I die. Deeper into the sadness, drowning in dark water, I run in the dark field I run to the gray place. There I see him, bright and shining. It's bright and I can hardly look I've been in the dark so long. But he smiles at me and takes my hand. His expression gets worried and he speaks "where are your wings?" he asks innocently. I look downcast, there's nothing else to do…but I don't repent, there's no place in my heart for the pain of realizing what I've done, there's too much pain already. What happy memories were there? I wish I could forget…forget what happened. I hate him for making me remember, but I love him because he gave me purpose when there was none. He's nothing like me, but we're the same…it's very odd, he says I look like his father. I admire the kind killer, I'm jealous of how awful he feels when he kills. I feel the same way when I kill as when I kiss him, empty. Maybe that's because there's no room for a soul in a soldier. He can never be as good as I am, never please as I can, he hungers not for the safety of death, the gain of murder, the pride of superiority. I am the superior soldier, he is the superior man, and I'm not a man at all. The same dream every night, he flies away but he can't take me with him because my wings are gone. He cries, pleads…he has to go. Every morning he wakes up shaking, crying…sometimes screaming. I wonder if he cries for me. He never tells me, I never cry, I don't pity, I don't love. In his dreams, he cries because he can't take me with him, must endure the anguish of another damn day. I feel nothing when he cries, the wind in my hair is just a nuisance as I run down the dark hill. Hold myself under water a little longer, a little bit longer. I never felt a thing.
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I hunger for criticism!
-Naie