Disclaimer/Note: Beh. I know I said no new fanstuff, but I just wanted to post this. ^^;; It's the result of faaaar too much GW and RP with my sister (Osidiano), who plays an exquisite Heero. Anyway, I don't own Heero or GW. Bwa.
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~One~
Build it up
and make it something more;
make it real,
make it precise.
Cannot feel
or something must be
out of sync--
hit me hard,
remove the human
vice.
Give me wings. . .
tell me to fall.
Teach me things
like how a mind can break;
flip the switch,
make a machine.
Just a twitch
the voltage set too
high--
turn it up,
and show me what
you mean.
Give me life. . .
build me to die.
Brand it in
and dig the gouges deep;
train my hands,
to never shake.
Can I stand
can any child last
the storm--
once again,
test how much I
can take.
Break my bones. . .
tell me I have to heal.
Silence hurts
and sound is agony;
color burns,
and black decays.
Something yearns
to be like something
else--
tell me no,
and hurt the pain
away.
Break me down. . .
abuse me when I cry.
Tell me death
and tell me nothing more;
train the child,
to hold the gun.
Reconcile
the only way you taught
me how--
only I,
I'm only. . .
Give me wings
and tell me I must fall;
(accepted)
Give me life,
build me to die.
(the same)
Break my bones
and tell me I must heal
them all--
(no questions)
Break me down,
and hurt me when
I cry.
(insane?)
Send it out
and watch it hit the ground;
broken wings,
inhuman son.
All the things
you taught me I will not
forget--
I am you made me,
I am
One.
~~~~~(c) 9/26/02 The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)
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~One~
Build it up
and make it something more;
make it real,
make it precise.
Cannot feel
or something must be
out of sync--
hit me hard,
remove the human
vice.
Give me wings. . .
tell me to fall.
Teach me things
like how a mind can break;
flip the switch,
make a machine.
Just a twitch
the voltage set too
high--
turn it up,
and show me what
you mean.
Give me life. . .
build me to die.
Brand it in
and dig the gouges deep;
train my hands,
to never shake.
Can I stand
can any child last
the storm--
once again,
test how much I
can take.
Break my bones. . .
tell me I have to heal.
Silence hurts
and sound is agony;
color burns,
and black decays.
Something yearns
to be like something
else--
tell me no,
and hurt the pain
away.
Break me down. . .
abuse me when I cry.
Tell me death
and tell me nothing more;
train the child,
to hold the gun.
Reconcile
the only way you taught
me how--
only I,
I'm only. . .
Give me wings
and tell me I must fall;
(accepted)
Give me life,
build me to die.
(the same)
Break my bones
and tell me I must heal
them all--
(no questions)
Break me down,
and hurt me when
I cry.
(insane?)
Send it out
and watch it hit the ground;
broken wings,
inhuman son.
All the things
you taught me I will not
forget--
I am you made me,
I am
One.
~~~~~(c) 9/26/02 The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)
