Everything Burns.

Okay, okay, I know I'm supposed to be posting up haikus and working on Crimson Raining Tears inside of making some random sonf fic.. but I heard this and I was like.. OMIGEE! This is so Gaara's song..
But, it has.. 'she' instead of 'he'.. Yeah. Gender issues. So, I'm like.. gonna edit the gender issue..

I have a big inspiration for, I guess, the small 'theme' at the beginning of the s-fic, besides the lyrics...
My favorite brother, Max, always makes promises to me and they're always broken, so I know the pain of one being broken, and a lot of this stuff is all from feelings I have, and personal experiences, so it's pretty realistic, in a way.

Go me.

Gaara's a kid in this.

THIS SONG DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY KIND OF WAY.
It belongs to Ben Moody.

Ben Moody - Everything Burns.

Sorry if it's OOC.

Sorry if it's repeats a lot (beware).

If you check out my profile, you'll find the link that inspired me.

And on my profile you can find the original lyrics posted up, though really all I did was change the gender crap into 'he' and 'him' crap.

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Everything Burns.

He sits in his corner,
Singing himself to sleep..
Wrapped in all of the promises..
That no one seems to keep..

Gaara scowled as he sat on the swing, the park abandoned because he had came. No one dared to be where the monster was. No one, and he knew that, though he really wished it wasn't like that, because his heart hurtso much, so badly, and he was all alone, all alone.

It was exactly one day after Yashamaru had died, and already such horrible rumours had started..

'He killed that poor caretaker because he had a temper-tantrum, just because that Yashamaru wouldn't go turn a TV on or get him something.. That's what I heard.'

'He just killed that Yashamaru because he wanted to see what his caretaker's blood looked like. Sickening.'

'He murdered his caretaker, Yashamaru I think was the man's name, just because he was mad that something in a TV show happened. Then he tried to make it look like that Yashamaru man blew himself up...suicide. What a horrible monster.'

Closing dull aqua coloured eyes tightly, the boy lowered his head, as if in shame. Today was the day Yashamaru had promised (it was a promise, and damnit, why did promises always have to be broken?)to take him to the park and play with him, but corpses couldn't fullfill promises, he knew. All alone he sat on his swing, gently rocking himself, keeping his eyes closed still, concentrating on the noise of the sand shifting around him, and the hurting of his heart, gingerly touching the kanji upon his forehead.

Love.

Just another promise that no one kept.

He no longer cries to himself,
No tears left to wash away.
Just diaries of empty pages,
Feelings gone astray...
But he will sing..

He wanted to cry so badly, to feel the tears roll slowly down his cheeks and watch as they fell into the dry ground and were quickly soaked up, disappearing from sight forever, though he knew they would still be there. That is, if he could cry. All he could do now was stare blankly down at the ground, dull aqua blue eyes glazed, lifeless almost..

But he couldn't get one tear out, even though he always felt like crying. Monsters didn't cry, he told himself, but in reality he had cried the last tears he had after Yashamaru's death. No more tears to cry, and nothing left to feel except that horrible pain in his heart, and oh god, so many confusing feelings.

His feelings were so mixed up, there would be no possible way the red haired boy would have been able to ever write them down. If he could, he knew the only thing he'd be able to write was 'Hurt', but he wasn't even sure if he would write that if he could. So many feelings fighting to be center, and he was so confused and so hurt, nothing made sense anymore.

Except anger. Hatred. Pure, undeniable rage.

Til everything burns,
While everyone screams.
Burning their lifes ,
Burning my dreams,
All of this hate and all of this pain...
Burning all down as my anger reigns.
Til everything burns.

Suddenly squeezing his closed, he let a cry out, a mixture of pain and rage, and it seemed to ring through Sunagakure, resounding off the buildings, filling every street and every ear, making all who heard in shudder from the noise of it. Like an animals last cry, it's death noise. Like an animal that had been betrayed, and it felt so unbelievably scared, so unbearably angry and betrayed that it would die in such a way. So much hate, and all of that pain, like a horribly haunting song that never ended.

Sand roared to life, beginning to swirl around the screaming boy (screaming so unbelievably loud it hurt) before it shot out and down any streets, gripping onto any poor fool who was in it's way and wrapping itself around the victim's legs and torso, dragging them back to the source of the screams before the sand moved up, soon covering the victims completely in sand.

Every victim's scream seemed to mingle with the original scream, none able to match up to the pure intensity of the noise, to the pure hatred and pain in the scream. Screams practically filled the air on such a usually calm day, chaos breaking out, and screams seemed to be about all one could hear now.

Some were lucky as the sand climbed up them, crushed quickly and completely, leaving nothing but blood behind, everything completely liquified. Others however tried to scream and cough as the sand forcibly entered their mouths, forcing itself downward and scratching the internal organs to nothing but bloody pulps before the sand finally crushed them, finally allowing them to die. However, they all heard that horrible cry before they died, such a haunting noise, such a haunting song, that never seemed to stop..

The young redhaired boy however, despite screaming though his throat felt so raw and it was starting to hurt, kept screaming, soon hearing the other screams. He didn't want to cause all that pain, he really didn't, and yet now corpses were being made all around him, the stench of death of blood filling the air.

His anger reigned over the village of Sunagakure as he almost seemed to be 'burning' it, in a sense. Destroying others dreams by killing them just as they all had destroyed his dream of being normal, of having friends and being happy (and, damnit, he would have smiled and laughed every day and no promises would ever be broken because he would have been loved by everyone, and no one would break a promise to someone they loved..).

But, there was just too much hatred inside of him, too much pain, he just couldn't stop, and he wanted this to happen, in such a sick way, he wanted everyone to feel that pain because that pain could never amount to the pain he felt. Yashamaru had told him that. The pain in the heart can never usually heal, but wounds to the flesh could.

He wanted everything to burn, to die and be blown away like ashes in the wind, like sand in a sand storm, blown away forever.

Walking trough life unnoticed,
Knowing that no one cares.
Too consumed in their mascarade..
No one sees him there..
And still he sings..

Had anyone ever noticed him before? No one ever had, and the only person that had saw him was Yashamaru, but corpses couldn't see anything, they couldn't see anything at all. Had anyone ever cared about him, what he felt (he did feel, he really did, and contrary to popular belief, he didn't feel violent all the time - wanting to kill everyone he sees, no, he felt so lonely and so hurt and betrayed) and what he thought? He had thought Yashamaru had, but he didn't.

He was left knowing that no one cares, they were all too consumed in their lies, too consumed in all those rumours and all that fear to see the scared, lonely little boy that was there, only seeing the horrible, bloodlusting monster called Shukaku.

"I'm not Shukaku! I'm Gaara! Gaara!" He wanted to always scream at them to make them understand, but no one ever heard those silent screams until now. Filling the village and causing more screams, more and more, louder and louder. Still he felt like no one saw him, no one heard him screaming so loudly - as loud as he could and still no one sees him there, but he continued to scream - to 'sing'..

Til everything burns,
While everyone screams.
Burning their lifes,
Burning my dreams,
All of this hate and all of this pain..
Burning all down as my anger reigns..
Till everything burns.

Everything had fallen apart for him, everything had burned down to the ground and had blown away (so far away his small arms just couldn't reach enough, they could never reach far enough, never and so he was all alone, forever and ever), like grains of sand in a sandstorm, like ashes in the wind, it was all gone, and he was still alone, screaming, screaming for love, for hope, for a friend (because he was so damn lonely, and he still didn't want anymore promises to be broken anymore). For acceptance.

Opening his eyes just for a second, he saw the sand continue to crush people mercilessly, leaving nothing behind, soaking up all the liquids and silencing only one scream at a time. He was burning their lives with his screams - his song - because they had burned his dreams, and he would never forgive them (not even when he was Kazekage, there would always be that amount of hatred for Suna for abandoning him in his time of need).

All of that hatred and pain, mixing and swirling around him in the shape of sand, burning down, tearing down, crushing everything as his anger reigned, and it seemed like it would never stop until everything was burned, torn, crushed into nothing, blown away forever, gone.

And he sang and sang, screamed and screamed.


Everything burns,
(Everything burns)
Everything burns,
Watching it all fade away.
Everything burns,
Everyone screams..
Everyone screams..
Watching it all fade away.

He didn't want to watch everyone being crushed (and yet his dull aqua eyes remained open, watching a sight that would never leave his mind) and hearing their screams mixing with his (his was just too loud, and it beat theirs and he hated that. It hurt his ears so badly as they screamed with him, screaming and screaming, it just wouldn't stop) because it all sounded so twisted, so horrible, and he wanted to throw up from what he saw, from what he was hearing, but it all seemed so.. sickenly beautiful in a way.

He was watching everything burn, and burn, and burn, fade to nothing, no trace left behind.. Watching it all fade away right before his eyes, everything burning, everyone screaming and screaming and SCREAMING, and he kept screaming - singing, too as he watched it all fade away.

Sickenly beautiful, with such a lovely song being such with it. Perfect.

Til everything burns,
While everyone screams.
Burning their lifes,
Burning my dreams,
All of this hate and all of this pain..
Burning all down as my anger reigns...
Till everything burns.

The red haired boy was practically wishing to see his father (for once because everytime he saw his father there was that look on his face, so disappointed and that hurt to see his father so disappointed at him, so angry at him that he was a failure..) come down from the Kazekage's office, walk through the streets and stop him (oh god, why wouldn't anyone stop him?), stop him from being such a horrible monster, stop him from killing all these people (though he swore that every one of them deserved to die because they had been so viciously cruel to him, so cruel and heartless to the so called "monster"), and just stop him completely.

His throat hurt so badly, and he almost thought from the immense pain coming from his throat it would be bleeding (tasting so horrible like Yashamaru's blood had tasted when he had cut his finger, and it was such a horrible taste that time, he wished he had never done that) because of how badly it hurt. It hurt like everything else did, atleast almost as badly, his heart always hurt the worst though, always.

His head hurt because of Shukaku going so wild, trying to escape. His eyes hurt because of the sickening carnage he was viewing, and his ears hurt from hearing so many screams that really was all he heard anymore, he could barely hear Shukaku screaming for blood now. Everything sounded so alike..

That was alright, though, because that's how it was. Everything was burning, while everyone screams ("Monster!" They screamed and screamed before they died, crying and begging for mercy, for help to get away from that horrible beast with such sorrowful eyes, and such crimson coloured hair..).

He was burning their lives and watching them blow away (never as beautiful as a sandstorm though, never as beautiful as ashes being blown away from the wind, he knew..) forever because the monster had gone wild, had gone crazy and had just randomly started screaming, started singing that haunting 'melody' of such anguish, and just started killing everyone.

Ha. Oh god, only if they knew.

Everything burns,
Watching it all fade away.
(Everything burns)
Watching it all fade away...

He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't handle the pain anymore. Such a sickeningly beautiful site (though he still wanted to throw up because the stench of death and the screams that filled his ears, and the sights.. horrible..) and it was just so bad because the looks on everyone's faces before they died..

Everyone staring wide-eyed at him with such horror one would have thought that they had seen a monster (and if they were still alive, they would have told you all they saw there was a grinning, singing Shukaku instead of that screaming - singing - scared and lonely boy who was so terribly horrified at what he was doing, at what he had done), and their screams seemed to go through a cresendo before finally it was gone.

Everything was burning so fast, so intensely. He was just stuck there, watching it all fade away (because everything burns, he knew, everything fades away, blows away, but it was all happening so quickly and he was so confused he really didn't know what was happening anymore) and burn, and all he could do was stand there, grasping at his head, screaming and singing, singing and screaming as it all faded away, and suddenly he felt lightheaded (and he felt like he could barely breath, suddenly wondering how he could still be singing - screaming) and dizzy and everything started spinning.

Spinning and spinning, spiraling into darkness. He allowed the darkness to consume him and finally it was silenced (though he could swear he heard himself screaming - singing- still for a few more moments before finally it ended) and nothing made a noise, there was nothing to make a noise. Just blackness and sweet silence (disturbingly silent, he had to admit) and there was nothing, and he was nothing.

Nothing at all.

And when he woke up (poor, poor Gaara, so confused, so hurt..) he saw that everything had burned (buildings with chunks torn out of them, people's body parts thrown all around and everywhere around him..) while everyone had screamed, and he had screamed - sung- from all of that hatred and all of that pain, his anger reigning over him as everything burned.

It hurt. He had screamed - sung - for so long he could barely say anything as he stared lifelessly up at the sky, feeling that same incompleteness (that was always there whenever he passed out because Shukaku had torn away more of his personality, and more of what had been barely left of his sanity) that consumed him.

Dull aqua blue eyes squinted for a moment as the boy saw his father, the great and mighty Kazekage, loom over him, that same horrible look of disappointment on his face as always, and he tried to scream, to sing, just one last time before everything went dark again.

And once more, he was nothing. Not a monster, not anything..

Just Gaara.

And still he sung.

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Okay, it's freaking long, I know.
Repeats itself a lot, too.

Maybe it's OOC..
Most likely..

BUT OH MY GOD IT'S SO LONG.

I'm so proud.

Please read and review? Please?
I wanna know if I should, like, try to extend it into a real story..

- Mirango.