Birthed by Shadow
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I hear something in the dark
The slightest sound…
Not the cry
Not the chatter,
For all chatter when they can no longer cry
And all fall silent after that.
I was taught:
I bring silence by my fingertips
I bring peace to discord
Order to chaos
When their minds scream
I can make them scream too
And it still hurts a bit,
Just a bit,
When I drive my mind to a needle
And prize them open.
He watches
Comments
Notes
Stays silent
It still hurts,
Just a bit
He wishes I feel nothing
And that is mostly true:
I feel no change when they whimper
Feel nothing when they beg
Feel nothing when they scream
Am I supposed to in some way?
Something…something new…
I taught myself to see where they hurt
Where they scared
Their minds tell me everything
I fear nothing
I feel nothing
Not long ago He decided I had forgotten what pain was
I didn't remember,
That was true,
So I felt pain
I felt sensation
I must feel nothing.
I must understand everything.
I do not understand this
What is making this sound?
I must not have heard
Whilst his mind still screamed,
Whilst his eyes still angered
They all had anger
And loathing
And desire
And fear
I thought I would be infected at first
But they meant nothing to me
They are nothing
Without care
I approach
I stare,
With eyes that penetrate the dark,
And reach for you
I did not know you existed
Yet you intrigue me
Perhaps I can keep you?
Sentiment
Perhaps I am possessive?
Unfortunate
I look at you
And hold my ear close
For you hurt
When They chatter
The remains of regret,
Or such like,
Is long gone
Stale as the air I breathe
Impotent
But you hurt:
Your mind quiets,
And I hear it
I feel nothing of the matters of the heart
They are burdensome,
Clearly
You cry in your sleep
But your mind remains quiet
You wished for death I think
I do not understand
I asked if I could continue my study
He asked why I did not break you open and see
I could not answer
I did not need to,
Did I?
I do not want to
For you hurt
Must you hurt more?
I watch him speak to you
And your mind screams
When you sleep,
It slows
And you weep
I feel pain
I cause screams
I cause silence
I search
Yet I come back to you
And listen to the echo
What is it the echo of?
A sound cannot be so solid
It is not rational
Certainly it is futile
So why does it matter so to you?
You fight it,
And it gives you strength
You feel it,
And it gives you identity
The echo threads through your very self
I do not understand
I have nothing
I am alone
I am alone
But not more alone than you
There is no sense in that
For what reason do you believe that?
You allow Him to move you
For your certainty to grow
As it has in me
That I understand
Yet you weep
When you believe no one there
You are less certain,
And you hurt
I do not understand
You regret
You wonder
You rage
But you rage at yourself
When your mind is quiet
I cannot understand
You have not seen me
I am shadow itself
Birthed by the dark
You cannot feel me reach to you,
My hand over your heart
I shall not understand
And yet…
And yet…
The echo in the dark is all I hear
All I think on
I save you in small ways
For what else can I do?
A.N: You know, this doesn't have to be about Loki, but I did use Tom Hiddleston's portrayal of him as inspiration for the turmoil observed. And Florence Welsh's 'Cosmic Love' for the obvious parallel in the thoughts of the narrator. Review? Also, I will forever picture the line 'I bring order to chaos' being said by Alice Krige as the Borg Queen (Star Trek, Next Gen films: First Contact)
I don't own Loki as a character, but I feel justified in owning this piece as a whole since it is nonspecific.
