How I was is how I am not.
There's nothing more to say.
I've changed a thousand and one times, in that single second of that day.
Minutes afterward blurred together, like a collage.
Disrupting my currents of memory, until all was a mirage.
Just ten mintues before, you must've been laughing. Fighting and dancing, beautifully acting.
Until the crack of a whip and the flip of Fates coin, left my heart shredded, cascading into the void.
So I've found not a meaning, not a reason to live. The reason I am still here is because I cannot forgive.
I feel the rage, the primal beast, thirsty for the blood on which it must feast.
I've no choice in the matter, I'm under rage's control. I've witnessed things now, no way no how...
Nothing will ever be enough to console.
The people around us, it's selfish to say, meant nothing to me on that second, of that day.
Why Fate was so cruel, I'll never understand, my own sense of humor was never that bland.
So you fell, dead again, yet the image of Life.
Cut down so quickly by an assassins knife. I turned it around, returning the flavor.
The blood spewed from your wounds, metallic in flavor. I screamed, I cried.
Oblivious to surroundings, losing something meaning so much to me, one of my foundings.
So tough you were, and so impossibly frail, cut down by a steady knife, she was shredded by hail.
Though you weren't the only one who lost their life that day. That second, that single second always will replay.
I can't stop hunting, my blood lust is too strong. Though inside my heart I know it is wrong.
The things that were done, were an eternity of sin, unleashing the Demon in us all, deep within.
You fell silent, I watched, wide-eyed, the dousing of the spark of life.
All because of petty rage, and the swing of an abstract, rusted knife.
The target wasn't you, I was meant to die...
And I'd exchange fates so quickly, just to see the life in your eyes.
But I cannot, it seems, that God has a sense of humor.
Moving us like checkers across a board, Fateful manuevers.
Whatever the reason, no matter the cost, we cannot replace the lives that were lost.
I'd sell my soul in a second, for you, but it wouldn't be real, it wouldn't be true.
My Beast chuckles Darkly, inside my belly, is a Beast.
A ravenous tumor of draining rage and agression, always needing to feast.
I feed his hunger, though inside, I feel rotten.
Swirling currents of memory, that is you, gone but not forgotten.
I never realized it, but I didn't say it, before.
It's funny how you freeze up when your life's at Deaths door.
I love you, now, and I will forevermore. Rough on the outside, but velvet at the core.
That's what you were, a velvet Revolver, sleek and deadly, magnificent palaver.
Easy-Going, I seem, but inside there is a storm.
A gash in my soul, that will be forever worn.
Losing your life, it is not easy, when I look back now, it seems humorous and cheesy.
But then, oh, then, the second I saw you fall.
Aang The Avatar ceased to exist, and I knew nothing at all.
But when the blackness faded, and the hate subsided.
It seems the tides of Fate were overrided, we won the war, yes,
But at an ultimate cost.
We cannot replace the lives that were lost...
Forevermore...