In His Shoes
The dark lashes stir against the pale skin of his cheek but he doesn't awaken. He could
sleep through death itself…but of course, that doesn't bother him.
What torture he is, the silken hair and long lashes that caress his cheek like a long lost
lover. And the eyes he will open to the dawn, bright and yet so dark and full of deep blue
ocean depths.
He smiles, even in his sleep, a perfect golden angel against the white sheets, tousled hair
and smooth skin. Pleasant dreams must cross his mind.
And yet my shadow gently crossing his cheek and whispers into his ear, are you afraid of
me? And he frowns.
I back away.
Why poison him? His innocence has lasted thus far. Shall I be the one to mar it? To take
away the only perfection in this world?
Must I be a Judas?
No.
He is clean, never knowing what I know. I will not tell him.
I cannot tell him.
How do you burden an angel with a petty human sin?
He cries out my name behind me in his sleep, a gasping sigh. Than settles into sleep
again, in ease so quickly.
Why?
How can he sleep? Does he know how many are gone now? How many lives we have
changed? How many times we have altered the course of what might have been a brighter
and far better future? How are we to say we are God? Are we to play with each other like
dolls?
No…he cannot understand that.
He must not.
Why can't I be him!? Why can't I be the carefree one!?
WHY!?
Why is it this way?
Why do the tears never come?
Why?
For the love of God, some one tell me why!
No…
Only let me walk one day in his shoes.
Let me know.
Let me be free.
Please…
Let me be Shiganami.
*
Is there anything left to say?
Goodnight, I'm going to rest my poor abused little sophomore brain before I REALLY
hurt myself…
The dark lashes stir against the pale skin of his cheek but he doesn't awaken. He could
sleep through death itself…but of course, that doesn't bother him.
What torture he is, the silken hair and long lashes that caress his cheek like a long lost
lover. And the eyes he will open to the dawn, bright and yet so dark and full of deep blue
ocean depths.
He smiles, even in his sleep, a perfect golden angel against the white sheets, tousled hair
and smooth skin. Pleasant dreams must cross his mind.
And yet my shadow gently crossing his cheek and whispers into his ear, are you afraid of
me? And he frowns.
I back away.
Why poison him? His innocence has lasted thus far. Shall I be the one to mar it? To take
away the only perfection in this world?
Must I be a Judas?
No.
He is clean, never knowing what I know. I will not tell him.
I cannot tell him.
How do you burden an angel with a petty human sin?
He cries out my name behind me in his sleep, a gasping sigh. Than settles into sleep
again, in ease so quickly.
Why?
How can he sleep? Does he know how many are gone now? How many lives we have
changed? How many times we have altered the course of what might have been a brighter
and far better future? How are we to say we are God? Are we to play with each other like
dolls?
No…he cannot understand that.
He must not.
Why can't I be him!? Why can't I be the carefree one!?
WHY!?
Why is it this way?
Why do the tears never come?
Why?
For the love of God, some one tell me why!
No…
Only let me walk one day in his shoes.
Let me know.
Let me be free.
Please…
Let me be Shiganami.
*
Is there anything left to say?
Goodnight, I'm going to rest my poor abused little sophomore brain before I REALLY
hurt myself…