And BTW, I won't be posting in a Downbeat today, because of several reasons, some of which involve me just being plain lazy. I will post next Sunday, instead. If anyone wants to send something in, I'd be grateful...and Darkchilde, can you send me your interview ASAP?
I see him out of the corner of my eye. His dark eyes flash,
and he runs his hand through his black porcupine hair.
My boy in black.
He's so strong outside, so soft inside. He's a small child
hiding behind a stone wall, always watching, never wavering. He bores through
my shields, always leaving his own protecting, hiding his inner self. His
soft self, the one that cries silently when he sees a dead child, the one
that thinks over the dead, remembering their face and story, for he does
not want them to be forgotten. He hides that self away from the world,
doesn't let anyone see. But I know that its there.
Because he's my boy in black.
He's always wanting change, never resting. Hating the
system, and yearing for change. He's not the man content to simply walk
on the ground, he is the dark hawk, winging circles in the air. He never
stops being who he is, never forgetting he is different, never minding.
He is who he is, he is who he wants to be, he is who I want to love.
I love my boy in black.
Sometimes, his eyes are like mirrors, refelcting in them
the same insecurities, the same fears, as me. But sometimes he looks out
of those deep eyes in a different light, an unhaunted one. Sometimes his
eyes glimmer in happiness, his eyes laughing, his eyes smiling. A smile
from him is worth more than a thousand from anyone else, because they are
so rare, and yet, so wonderful.
He has some smile, the boy in black.
He is smart, he is wise. He is so much more than anyone
else, because there is no one like him, no one with his wisdom, yet with
his outlook. He doesn't let it show, how much he knows, but it is there,
the smile in him reveals that there is more to him then he lets on.
He's my inspiration, my boy in black.
Sometimes, I just want to be with him, be in his arms,
and tell him how I really feel. I want him to know I care for him in such
a deep way, more than I let show. I want to look into his deep eyes and
see my love for him echo back to me. But I can't.
Because he's my best friend, my boy in black.