I do not own Vincent ect...
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We found you in the darkest of places.
Fitting really. For who you were,
What you were.
You called yourself a demon.
But you are no monster. I can see that so clearly,
When I look into your eyes.
Your beautiful crimson eyes.
You keep to yourself alot.
A mysterious man, in personality and appearance.
Thinks to much and smiles to little.
I have never seen him smile,
Maybe, some day,
I will.
I think I would like that.
Your step is silent, as is your personality,
Like a shadow, a shadow of the man,
The man you were, are and always will be.
Hojo.
Why ruin a life? His life?
You twisted madman! I hope you burn in the Abyss!
Burn... For what you have done.
Your candor is soft, when you speak at all.
Like you fear something.
Another 'sin'?
What sins?
Planted in his mind.
To make him think he is evil.
He isn't. I know that.
So pale. So thin.
Like a paper doll, I always thought.
Torn in two.
A broken man.
Hojo did this. Lucrica did this.
She broke your heart.
I would like to help you mend it.
You are stereotyped.
Goth, Vampire, Demon.
For what you look like.
I will not categorize you,
Like some experiment.
But you are one.
I wish I could take that away.
You brush your charcoal hair from your ivory face.
It would make no difference.
The darkness hangs around you like a second cloak.
The darkness pushes everyone else away.
The barrier between you and I.
I gaze at you through the darkness,
Shadows playing on your perfect face.
You loved her, didn't you?
The girl with the emerald eyes.
You gave her your life,
And she rejected you.
But I don't think she ever really loved Hojo
Lucrica loved you,
And Vincent, I think.... I do to.
Will you be my Valentine?
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We found you in the darkest of places.
Fitting really. For who you were,
What you were.
You called yourself a demon.
But you are no monster. I can see that so clearly,
When I look into your eyes.
Your beautiful crimson eyes.
You keep to yourself alot.
A mysterious man, in personality and appearance.
Thinks to much and smiles to little.
I have never seen him smile,
Maybe, some day,
I will.
I think I would like that.
Your step is silent, as is your personality,
Like a shadow, a shadow of the man,
The man you were, are and always will be.
Hojo.
Why ruin a life? His life?
You twisted madman! I hope you burn in the Abyss!
Burn... For what you have done.
Your candor is soft, when you speak at all.
Like you fear something.
Another 'sin'?
What sins?
Planted in his mind.
To make him think he is evil.
He isn't. I know that.
So pale. So thin.
Like a paper doll, I always thought.
Torn in two.
A broken man.
Hojo did this. Lucrica did this.
She broke your heart.
I would like to help you mend it.
You are stereotyped.
Goth, Vampire, Demon.
For what you look like.
I will not categorize you,
Like some experiment.
But you are one.
I wish I could take that away.
You brush your charcoal hair from your ivory face.
It would make no difference.
The darkness hangs around you like a second cloak.
The darkness pushes everyone else away.
The barrier between you and I.
I gaze at you through the darkness,
Shadows playing on your perfect face.
You loved her, didn't you?
The girl with the emerald eyes.
You gave her your life,
And she rejected you.
But I don't think she ever really loved Hojo
Lucrica loved you,
And Vincent, I think.... I do to.
Will you be my Valentine?