I do not own Star Fox. Everything Else is Fictional.
Gasoline
It grows brighter, and brighter. Who needs the sun if you can make your own? Then again, this blazing torch isn't for show. Mistakes, too many of them were made. Now, I must make sure that this day becomes night. She could've been a work of art, but now look at her, nothing but a mess of mad desire…
Desire, that's what I called her. Krystal, what would you think of me now? Would you take me back? Could you forgive me? Can you see past the shadows of something that's frightening? I wasn't mad, or full of sickness. I needed someone by my side. I wanted another love like you…
You, that's all I could think about. The way you'd lift me up. The puppet strings you'd pull to get your way and most of all the way we'd play to help discard horrible pains. They were all things I put into her, Desire. She had every quality of you, but she lacked other things that made me scream, "Why? Why Desire?"
I needed a place for us. Somewhere where our hearts could twist and intertwine. I choose this forgotten site. We came here once; remember? Only difference is that there was no her here, Desire built from fear. It's a mess now. The gasoline killed it along with the memories we shared together…
Can you hear them? Our cries that don't have "why's"? If not, you can blame me even though I'll long be dead. I can't live with what I've done. I'm stained with crimes that go against time. I'm the darkness, something that lurks in everyone's minds. The playing card called, The Fiend…
It's dying, the fire. Desire, she still isn't right. She's not changed into night. I need her to go away. Gasoline. I need more gasoline. Then I'm next. Krystal, forgive me for my mad desire.