Acoustic #1
Ryou ponders the Ring
Days come and go with the sun, but your voice is always there. It's haunting, really, the deep rumbling baritone echoing in my mind like the dripping of water in a cavern. You're far from that innocence, though. You are cruel and nasty; your snide remarks tearing me down. The way you call my your light and your partner as though your affection were true. Your lies come easy and swift, cutting me when I realise their true weight. You've given me nothing and I expect even less.
I used to dream of the day when you'd leave me; when I could toss this Ring and never see it again. What's ironic is that, even before you were brought to me, I wished I would find someone - my soul mate, if you will - that would never leave me to my isolation and care for me. Instead, I was given you. My soul mate, yes, but not in any affectionate manner. You are cruel. I dreamed and dreamed like any boy my age, but I've given up. The world - and you - gets in my way.
I used to fight you. I'd fight and scream. You'd call me weak and force me down until you had complete control. I would scream and scream until I could barely whisper. It was hopeless and I was helpless.
What's the use of all that screaming? No one's listening anyway.