Hi. This is my first story. Cookies to all my reviewers!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Wind Up Records, Evanescence, or Bisco Hatori. Get it, punk! Now stop bugging me about how I don't own any of this.
Evanescence
Paper flowers
They surround me constantly. I doubt anyone knows the real reason, not even Kyoya.
I linger in the doorway
The Host Club doesn't notice me at these times. I'm glad. I don't want to live constantly within the group.
An alarm clock screaming
I want to sleep within my mind where I won't be vulnerable. I'm rarely completely there during host club or at any other time.
Monsters calling my name
The world is full of monsters. I know it won't help to ignore them, but I'm just more aware that they're out there.
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they're falling, tell a story.
Haruhi, I don't think you realize it, but you're slowly pulling me out of my shell. I want to protect you from all the monsters. I don't want to go, but I do want, for you.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)
Tell me about someone who would want to leave this perfect paradise. It isslightly odd for someone my age to still take naps all the time. I'd like to stay there forever, but I have to live so Takashi doesn't worry.
Don't say I'm out of touch
I was taken to a psychologist once. He told me I was out of touch with the real world and that it was taking a toll on my mental health.
With this rampant chaos – your reality
I don't think he realized what he was living in. I think the people who do realize are the people who go to asylums. I think I'm smarter than the rest of them to escape in my way. I probably am. I'm probably happier than they are.
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape.
I probably have more power of mind than the ones who went insane. I wish they could've gone on living in themselves somehow instead of becoming the way they have become.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)
Tamaki is so…innocent in his own way. He probably was like that because of his father, but with everything that happened between his mother and grandmother, he probably realized everything about the monsters in this world, just like me. He ignores everything, though, and tries to pass it off as something else, like is feelings for Haruhi, unlike me. I notice everything.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights.
Nobody hears it. Nobody but me and my mind.
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light.
I don't love cute things as much as people perceive me to. They are simply the epitome of innocence that which I seek.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)
Kaoru and Hikaru have always been in their own world. They've always been protected in that way. It's good for them to be breaking out of their bubble. That way, maybe they'll come to realize new things about themselves and the world around them, but not too much. For their own sake, not mine.
Paper flowers
Maybe I should be in an asylum.
Imaginary
This is the first of a series of songfics regarding the Host Club's inner feelings. I want to thank Queen of the Dark Angels writing the first review that helped inspire me to continue this. (I already had an idea, but she pushed me to make it reality with her review.)