(Author's Note: Bold is Suzaku, while Italics are Lelouch, and the one instance of them both is triple-notated with Boldened, Underlined Italics because it's been my experience that when something's bold and italic, people tend to only notice one or the other. It's a fifty-line poem, and they both have equal face time. You will undoubtedly note, however, which character I have a personal preferance for, {You'll notice Suzaku being his Canon jerky self, and Lelouch's gloriously inssurpassable angsting. *Huggles poor Lulu*} Author's Note end!)
I see the truth within your lies.
I see nobody by my side.
I see the corpses 'round us burning.
Survivors desperate, full of yearning.
They look at me with eyes of fear.
Forget that you have led us here.
And they're all standing in a daze.
The world around us set ablaze.
While all I see is me and you.
So many things we've all been through.
You look at me with so much hatred.
Resentful that you've made your bed?
All alone, here I stand.
And still I'm willing to take your hand.
You're free to stay or turn away.
Losing me's the price you'll pay.
All the memories, all the feelings...
Have they really lost their meanings?
All our tries, all our chances.
And here we are perched on fences.
Still undecisive to the end?
Will wounded hearts never mend?
If it was only you and I...
The reason for these tears I cry.
Oh so focused on foolish pride.
So ashamed of us you hide.
Keeping all your thoughts on others.
Our precious love you've let them smother.
I'll wait no more, you've made your choice.
You've never really heard my voice.
Go tend your flock, I see them waiting.
Never mind my heart is breaking.
Go treat your harried, marred and meak.
Just leave the poor, empowered freak.
All this pain, and all for naught.
Punishment I guess I've wraught.
Love with you could not be found.
Betrayal taints a heart profound.
You turn around and show your back.
You who started this attack.
Our time is ended, the light times shaded.
It's time I leave, time I faded.
Our last good bye, I hope you're pleased.
Or at the very least your pride is eased.
I'm on the run now, chasing ghosts.
Fleeing what I wanted most.
It's fine, I'm used to being hated.
Seeing just how much I'm tainted.
It shouldn't matter anyway.
I'll find my place, somewhere. Someday.
