Disclaimer: Vultures (Be There for Me) by Kill Hannah, Shawn Spencer and Psych by Steve Franks
Do you see my name on every opening scene of Psych? Do you see my name under 'Vultures (Be There for Me) by Kill Hannah'? I didn't think so… ONWARD WITH THE STORY THAT DOES HAVE MY NAME!!!! Because it's mine.
BTW, this is a dark side of Shawn that is clearly not shown in the show, but can you imagine for a few minutes?? It's just an idea about his "talent."
Vultures by InkStainedBlood/ Jesse
Howling breaks the silence
Vultures and the spiders
Footsteps on the roof
And that's not merely all
I see the gore. I see the blood. I see the bodies. I see every crime scene I've glanced at over the past few years. I can't get it out of my head.
Wolves are close behind us
They're always breathing down my bony neck
"Child, shut your eyes and pray that God makes them leave"
A fear washes over me
And I need to know…
I hear every footstep the criminal took. I hear every gun clicking off its safety. I see the blinking green light on the remote; the bomb taped to my mother's hands. I see every barrel right in front of my eyes. I can't make them go away. My mind won't let me be… Sooner or later, I'll have to pass out. I need sleep…but not the nightmares.
Will you be there for me when I fall to pieces?
Will you listen to me as I'm falling to pieces?
Will you stand here right beside… I truly hear things in the night
I'm always hiding under mattresses and now I'll never come out-
I'll never get up.
I heard a doctor say there's some kind of drug
That always makes it always birthday morning, Halloween, and Christmas day
That I'll take until my white, old age
But I need to know…
Just what to do now
The doc says that it might be my ADHD acting up…I highly doubt it. I can't mention my eidetic condition for that may slip from one mouth to the next, and soon I won't have a job. I'll probably end up in jail. He gives me narcotics for sleep, but they don't clear away the images during the day. And sometimes they slip up and the nightmares come back. I just wish the dead bodies and guns would go away…
Will you be there for me when I fall to pieces?
Will you listen to me as I'm falling to pieces?
Will you sing me to sleep when my ears won't stop ringing?
Or will you whisper to me pretty lies as you're leaving?
This is my penance. I am a liar and a sinner, in a nonreligious aspect. I have lied to those who I work for and care about. I have lied to those who know me very well. I have played the part of the fool but have clearly missed the mark on being 'okay'. I may seem like the most optimistic person…but I see bloody mutilated body every time I close my eyes. If only they would vanish, then I'd be okay. Then, I wouldn't have to lie.
Will you be there for me?
Will you be there for me?
I truly hear things in the night…
My lies are becoming more dubious and harder to believe. I can't keep this up. Someone will end up finding out…either it be voluntary or a mistake. But who? And when?
Will you be there for me?
I truly hear things in the nighttime alone.
Will you be there for me?
I know exactly how many tiles are on the ceiling at the Psych office…I know exactly how many times my alarm clock blinks in an hour…I know how every body was killed. I know everything about them. I know their names, their addresses, their lives. But I don't know how to make them go away! …All I know is how to lie and how to stay energized. But I might have a tumor eating that section of my brain now… I might need more though... I need help.
I truly hear things in the night…