Hello my kitties! :] just a thing i wrote to papa roaches song "lifeline" based on before Patch met Nora. Happy readings!
When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing
It was me and this world and a broken dream
I was blaming myself for all that was going wrong
Patch sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut from the images that bombarded his mind. Images of his past, his time as an angel and his time now, as a fallen angel. He had wanted something that he was never to obtain, mortality. He wished to be a human, but that one wish was only to be achieved if he had a human sacrifice. He hated himself for lusting after a human woman, causing his fall in the first place: causing his wings to be torn from his body, broken and bloody. Leaving his body scarred, but unable to feel. It was his own personal hell on earth.
I was way out there on the wrong side of town
And the ones that I loved I started pushing 'em out
Then I realized that it was all my fault
He had tried everything. Except for the human sacrifice, which he couldn't bring himself to commit. "God. Why me?" he said out loud as he stared into the dark nighttime sky. "WHY?" he screamed and let his head drop to his hands, giving up. He hated himself, what he had molded himself to be. He had no one. Even his friends at Bo's couldn't seem to quite understand what was going on in his head. They didn't know how to treat him when he got that quiet, desperate look in his eyes that glinted with pain. SO they treated him as they always had, which usually resulted in him getting into fights and earning himself the nickname patch. He hated it, all of it. And it was his own fault.
I've been looking for a lifeline
For what seems like a lifetime
I'm drowning in the pain, breaking down again
Looking for a lifeline
As darkness moved to hide the boy dressed all in black, he looked searchingly at his hands, hoping to see something, anything reflected there. An answer. Finding nothing, he turned his head away and closed his mouth with a quick jerk of his jaw. He licked his lips as he tried to even out his ragged breathing. He felt so alone, so… deserted. He needed someone or something to hold him up, to support him. But there was no one. He was all alone. And yet he turned his head left, then right, looking for anyone. And finding no one.
So I put out my hand and I asked for some help
We tore down the walls I built around myself
I was struck by the light and I fell to the ground