In
the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun... You don't know me, you don't
even care, Essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts
across You
don't know me, you don't even care, She said I think I'll go to Boston...
Oh dear
you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you
must've crossed... you said...
You don't know me, you don't wear my
chains...
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not
the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me, you don't
wear my chains...
I
think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no
one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the
weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I
think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I
need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a
sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer,
some snow would be nice...
Boston... where no one knows my name...
Augustana
"You don't know me." Low, trembling, child-like amber hues averted to the sky.
"And if you did, you wouldn't care." The sun shone brightly above, the clouds thundered, water slipping down.
Once cold blue eyes stared, eyes closing, Hikari curse huh?
More like Hikari orphan, lost and angry…just like him.
Just grown-up children, that is all they are, forced into roles that children weren't meant to play, dressed up in strangers' clothes and pushed on stage.
His slender, frigid, arms slipped briefly about the fallen angel's waist, finding comfort in the sculpture's embrace, as misguided as it was.
Hesitantly, detachedly, a marble chin rested on his head, alabaster limbs encasing the frailer being.
Because even devils cry.
And even sometimes you can't find it in you to fight.
Then it was gone, and they took their places once more, the ice hunter, cold and merciless, and his host, soulless and detached.
Children in grown-up's clothes.