Title: Useless
Author: . sLaYeReTTe .
Disclaimer: Yes…I'm in love with Jossy…and mostly James –drools- and I'm in love with Linkin Park…but they get all credit
Type: Song fiction…I'm depressed ~_~ angst…and almost poemish…
*It starts with one thing*
The object of his lust and adoration was the blonde beauty…she stood stagnate in the necropolis, a still-life creature fastened in a world of insanity.
*I don't know why…it doesn't even matter how hard you try*
He did try…and pathetically failed. He keeps trying…and he doesn't know why. He fell to the ground, crying the name, which kept him going…kept him alive.
*It's so unreal*
The sleepless nights, and sleepless days. Insomnia, damn that insomnia…damn the slayer. Damn that bitch of a slayer…
*You didn't even know, I wasted it all just to watch you go*
He pushed…she pushed back. He loved…she resumed hostility…he still loved.
*I've tried so hard and got so far*
She loved him…she fucked him…she kissed him. But she had insisted it was chimerical, unable to accept her revelation. And for it, he suffered.
*But in the end, it doesn't even matter. I had to fall, to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn't even matter*
The beast whimpered, disgusted…but he couldn't go back. For his world of murderous villains and noxious, lethal weapons was a forsaken element of his life…he would not be accepted. He'd become 'neutered'. Stripped of all manhood and dignity…his entity was ruined.
*In spite of the way you were mocking me, acting like I was part of your property*
He was at her feet. Despite his vow never to return…he found comfort in her presence…even if she didn't want him around.
*Remembering all the time you fought with me, I'm surprised it got this far*
He cringed. A wicked creature the slayer was…for she eliminated all possible hope of living…a high price for the vampiric life, and only to be taken by a slayer.
*Things aren't the way they were before, you wouldn't even recognize me any more…not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end*
He was fighting, and getting stronger. The addiction was perhaps subsiding?
*I put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can go*
The brute wouldn't stand for her nonsense anymore…daft and blinded by idiocy he had been…but the place for his head was beyond the ability of the slayer. It was her greed he loathed.
*For all this, there's only one thing you should know*
"I hate you!" He screamed, his words meaningless and defiant, but none the less, they meant something.
She came running, running to the brush, dismay on her embellished features.
"I hate you!" He sobbed, aware of her presence, fists punching and tearing at the inexorable clay.
She froze…and she left, a coward unwilling to admit her own conjuring pain and need.
*But in the end…it doesn't even matter*
He didn't hate her…it was his own pitiful self he hated…for she…the slayer was impossible to hate.
{NOTE: -whaps away people- shaddap if you're going to insult or….give me 'constructive criticism' I'm not in the mood ~_~ Yes I know….it makes no sense WHATSOEVER….and I used the word 'HE' *way* too much. Bite me! –grumbles-}