And another thing...does this belong in poetry, or should I just leave well enough alone? Lemme know!
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The pain...like nothing I've felt before... Nothing can take it away...nothing...the only cure died a long time ago...
I tried shielding myself against...it worked...for a while...then it didn't work anymore...she got in with the same words...the promise...
My promise...to her...and her...a second chance...you all blew it...
No more chances...you'll all face the consequences of your actions...
Murderers...all of them...murderers...killing anything and anyone that gets in their way...
That blue orb...so peaceful...like the angels that she collected...does the other collect angels?
She chases him...it's useless...he doesn't care...
Doesn't she see? He doesn't care...he can never care...
Can't you see? Can you understand? He doesn't love you...
It doesn't make sense...why she was killed...and so many others lived...
Why did I live? Why not her? She deserved it...maybe she's not really dead...
As long as I remember...she can never die...
But I'm forgetting...what did her voice sound like? Did it sound like hers? Soft, melodious...
I keep looking at that cursed picture...how did I get it? Who gave it to me?
Nothing makes sense...being plucked out of the sky does that...
Or maybe it's just me...
Maybe it's all me...maybe I really am just a faker...
Faker...someone that lives off of another's identity...
Me...living off the identity of a hero...I'm no hero...
Quite the opposite...I'm nothing but a villian...
She needs a hero...not me...not a weapon...
A weapon...that's all I am...all Project: Shadow was created to be...
A broken weapon...a disillusioned heart...
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...don't ask. Please, just...don't. I don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Maybe reviewing some Sonic Heroes fic I read, or whatever. Hope you halfway like it.
Next time you Sonic (or Shadow) fans hear from me, it'll be even weirder than this. Trust me.
Later
Kris