By Myself
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do i follow my instincts blindly?
Do i hide my pride away from these bad dreams
and give into sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do i sit here and try to stand it?
Or do i try to catch them red-handed?
Do i trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Or do i trust nobody and live life in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when stretched so thin
I make the right turnes
But I'm lost within
I pull out my day, live inside the den
Chorus:
By myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind i find)
i cant rely on myself
I can't hold on
(to what i want when i'm stretched so thin)
its just too much to take in
i cant hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
with thoughts of faliure sinking in
if i turn my back i'm defenseless
and to go gladly seems senseless
if i hide my pride and let it all go on (then they'll)
take from me till everything is gone
if i let them go i'll be outdone (but if i)
try to catch them i'll be outrun
if i'm killed by the questions like a cancer
then i'll be buried in the silence of the answer
(chorus)
how do you think
i've lost so much
im so afraid
and i'm out of touch
how do you expect
i will know what to do
when all i know
is what you tell me to
dont you (know)
i cant tell you how to make it (go)
no matter what it do, how hard i (try)
i cant seem to convince myself (why)
im stuck on the outside
i cant hold on
(to what i want when i'm stretched so thin)
its all to much to take in
i cant hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
with thoughts of failure sinking in
*~^~*By Myself. Lyrics courtesy of Linkin Park*~^~*
She walked down the street as if she owned it, the day was hot but she was hotter. Her hips swayed as if to unheard music. Her body was poetry in motion. She wore a black backless shirt and black leather pants, her black hair was short and spiky, she had a pair of black cat like sunglasses on, which covered her beautiful piercing blue eyes. To Riddick she was an angel and the tattooed wings spanning from one shoulder to the other made it all the more believable. It surely had been awhile since they'd seen each other-six years to be exact- and it'd be a while longer since everywhere she went bodyguards followed her; he was still trying to figure his way around them without violence. She turned a corner and walked into a store, out of his view. Before long they'd be reunited, he'd be sure of it.
*********
Jack walked into the clothing store, within a few seconds 3 bodyguards filed in behind her. She turned around, "there's someone following us."
"Jacquelyn, no one is following us. You're paranoid," Tony, one of the bodyguards, told her.
"No, there's somebody back there okay? I know these things; trust me. Even if there isn't you better damn well check, that's what you're paid for dip shit!" She said playfully smacking the muscled man in the head.
To satisfy her the men exited looking both directions but noticing no one suspicious, or really anyone for that matter, so they came back into the store. They told her they saw no one, so she accepted it dismissing that she really was just being paranoid. She tried to let it go but for the past few weeks Jack had been getting the feeling like she was being watched, she didn't like that feeling at all. After a while she left the store and returned to her hotel.
*********
Riddick was quite pleased with himself; he'd found a way to get near her again until the time was right to reveal himself. He smiled in exultation, he was now Ms. Jacquelyn Pogniachi's new head bodyguard; that meant he'd be staying with her ALL the time. "Can't beat that, now I can be precise in my move to enter back into her life," he thought silently. Riddick sat down on the couch waiting for his new employer to return.
Within minutes Jack and 3 bodyguards burst through the door, the men laughing as Jack's face turned sour.
"Guys, I aint crazy okay? I know what I felt! Someone was following us alright?" She defended herself.
"Sure, sure Jackie. We believe ya!" Laughed the pudgiest of the three.
Jack and the three men abruptly stopped finally taking notice to Riddick. Jack had a terrified look on her face, which was no surprise since it'd been splattered all over the news no more than 2 months ago that a crazed fan had broken into her room and tried to rape her. Turned out the crazed fan used to be her head of security as Riddick had recently discovered. One of the men stepped to Riddick.
"Excuse me sir, but have you the wrong room?" The man held a thick British accent. He was massive in size, all of it being muscle.
"Oh, forgive me for the startle. My name is Gregory McCorwin and I am positive that I'm in the correct room." Riddick stated putting on his best manners.
Jack finally got the courage to speak, "Sir, Mr. McCorwin, pardon me for being rude but why are you here?" Boy had her manners shaped up. Riddick guessed they'd have to for her to be in the public eye, she was practically a completely different person.
"Ms. Pogniachi, I am your new head of security," he said cordially extending his hand.
Jack did not take his hand but turned to one of her guards, "Marty, go call Zig to confirm." She turned back to Riddick and smiled, "sorry, it's just precautions. . .we had a bit of a mishap not too long ago and it's had everyone spooked."
Riddick understood and was glad that they were taking such precautions. Since Jack had become a universally known and renowned "pop- rock star" someone constantly watched over her. He was pleased that that someone would now be him.
"Yes, I was informed." Riddick stated matter-of-factly.
The man identified as Marty returned within moments confirming that Riddick was indeed who he said he was. "Good, the paper work went through." Riddick thought quietly.
"Well then, welcome Mr. McCorwin. It's nice to have you on the staff." Jack extended her hand now and they shook briefly.
"Glad to be aboard." He returned smiling.
What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do i follow my instincts blindly?
Do i hide my pride away from these bad dreams
and give into sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do i sit here and try to stand it?
Or do i try to catch them red-handed?
Do i trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Or do i trust nobody and live life in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when stretched so thin
I make the right turnes
But I'm lost within
I pull out my day, live inside the den
Chorus:
By myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind i find)
i cant rely on myself
I can't hold on
(to what i want when i'm stretched so thin)
its just too much to take in
i cant hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
with thoughts of faliure sinking in
if i turn my back i'm defenseless
and to go gladly seems senseless
if i hide my pride and let it all go on (then they'll)
take from me till everything is gone
if i let them go i'll be outdone (but if i)
try to catch them i'll be outrun
if i'm killed by the questions like a cancer
then i'll be buried in the silence of the answer
(chorus)
how do you think
i've lost so much
im so afraid
and i'm out of touch
how do you expect
i will know what to do
when all i know
is what you tell me to
dont you (know)
i cant tell you how to make it (go)
no matter what it do, how hard i (try)
i cant seem to convince myself (why)
im stuck on the outside
i cant hold on
(to what i want when i'm stretched so thin)
its all to much to take in
i cant hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
with thoughts of failure sinking in
*~^~*By Myself. Lyrics courtesy of Linkin Park*~^~*
She walked down the street as if she owned it, the day was hot but she was hotter. Her hips swayed as if to unheard music. Her body was poetry in motion. She wore a black backless shirt and black leather pants, her black hair was short and spiky, she had a pair of black cat like sunglasses on, which covered her beautiful piercing blue eyes. To Riddick she was an angel and the tattooed wings spanning from one shoulder to the other made it all the more believable. It surely had been awhile since they'd seen each other-six years to be exact- and it'd be a while longer since everywhere she went bodyguards followed her; he was still trying to figure his way around them without violence. She turned a corner and walked into a store, out of his view. Before long they'd be reunited, he'd be sure of it.
*********
Jack walked into the clothing store, within a few seconds 3 bodyguards filed in behind her. She turned around, "there's someone following us."
"Jacquelyn, no one is following us. You're paranoid," Tony, one of the bodyguards, told her.
"No, there's somebody back there okay? I know these things; trust me. Even if there isn't you better damn well check, that's what you're paid for dip shit!" She said playfully smacking the muscled man in the head.
To satisfy her the men exited looking both directions but noticing no one suspicious, or really anyone for that matter, so they came back into the store. They told her they saw no one, so she accepted it dismissing that she really was just being paranoid. She tried to let it go but for the past few weeks Jack had been getting the feeling like she was being watched, she didn't like that feeling at all. After a while she left the store and returned to her hotel.
*********
Riddick was quite pleased with himself; he'd found a way to get near her again until the time was right to reveal himself. He smiled in exultation, he was now Ms. Jacquelyn Pogniachi's new head bodyguard; that meant he'd be staying with her ALL the time. "Can't beat that, now I can be precise in my move to enter back into her life," he thought silently. Riddick sat down on the couch waiting for his new employer to return.
Within minutes Jack and 3 bodyguards burst through the door, the men laughing as Jack's face turned sour.
"Guys, I aint crazy okay? I know what I felt! Someone was following us alright?" She defended herself.
"Sure, sure Jackie. We believe ya!" Laughed the pudgiest of the three.
Jack and the three men abruptly stopped finally taking notice to Riddick. Jack had a terrified look on her face, which was no surprise since it'd been splattered all over the news no more than 2 months ago that a crazed fan had broken into her room and tried to rape her. Turned out the crazed fan used to be her head of security as Riddick had recently discovered. One of the men stepped to Riddick.
"Excuse me sir, but have you the wrong room?" The man held a thick British accent. He was massive in size, all of it being muscle.
"Oh, forgive me for the startle. My name is Gregory McCorwin and I am positive that I'm in the correct room." Riddick stated putting on his best manners.
Jack finally got the courage to speak, "Sir, Mr. McCorwin, pardon me for being rude but why are you here?" Boy had her manners shaped up. Riddick guessed they'd have to for her to be in the public eye, she was practically a completely different person.
"Ms. Pogniachi, I am your new head of security," he said cordially extending his hand.
Jack did not take his hand but turned to one of her guards, "Marty, go call Zig to confirm." She turned back to Riddick and smiled, "sorry, it's just precautions. . .we had a bit of a mishap not too long ago and it's had everyone spooked."
Riddick understood and was glad that they were taking such precautions. Since Jack had become a universally known and renowned "pop- rock star" someone constantly watched over her. He was pleased that that someone would now be him.
"Yes, I was informed." Riddick stated matter-of-factly.
The man identified as Marty returned within moments confirming that Riddick was indeed who he said he was. "Good, the paper work went through." Riddick thought quietly.
"Well then, welcome Mr. McCorwin. It's nice to have you on the staff." Jack extended her hand now and they shook briefly.
"Glad to be aboard." He returned smiling.