Razor Dreams
A/N: This one is super depressing. I really feel for Arty boy here. Don't ask why I wrote this, I just did. I have had moments myself where I understand his frustration. All in the past though, and as this story-ish thing progresses we will see him put in in the past. Review.
With love,
Arty's Girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, or I would never allow him to hurt himself in any way. I would use force, if necessary.
It was only once.
But it hurt like hell.
It wasn't very long-
No one could tell.
It was stupid, I know.
You think I don't know that?
But you don't understand.
You don't see the pain I hold back.
After all, Holly-
No one does, nor ever will.
Not if I can help it.
I won't subject them to that drill
Of ice, ice burning
Fire, DA'rvit, fire.
Will it never end!?
Why is every friend a liar!?
Why do these dream haunt me still?
Razor dreams!
I don't understand.
But dear, sweet Holly-
My ANGEL Holly-
…I can never tell you.
I'll never pour out
These bottled up
Dreams of anguish.
I'm not myself.
I love you Holly!
But I can't think
I can't help my
Mind from going mad
These dreams that I
Have had
All that takes away the
Pain, the hurt is
You, and a razor.
You are my sweet razor.
I never thought I would say that.
A/N: Yes Arty, and I never thought I would write something so depressing. R&R.
With love,
Arty's Girl.