What's that? You say you want a battlefield
I've seen enough of those my child and you'll see yours
That is to say
Where are all my old addictions?
Were they contradictions?
Sad showings of the child that is man
Running from all the fear and all the pain
Trying in vain to stay afloat
Not quite believing that I'll live to see the dawn
Even my masks cannot defend me from your touch
You won't even…
And I pray
Where are all my old addictions?
Were they contradictions?
I'm just a tool within the terrifying plan
So what am I to you?
Am I anything?
Or am I your doll
Please tell me why silence is my throne
I have nothing
Not even my own soul
And I cry
Where are all my old addictions?
Were they contradictions?
God help us, we're all alone
Does anybody love me?
I can't escape the pain
Always just alone amongst the crowd
I try to stand
A pillar in the storm
But I reach out and I crumble like so much sand
I've always been afraid of what I want
That is to say
Please help me
Love's destructive
Evangelion and all its Concepts and Ideas do not belong to me. If the proper authorities ask all specified works will be removed.
AN: This is a little poem I cooked up when I was bored one night. A cookie to anyone who can figure out which characters it's about. Even more cookies for constructive criticism. Honestly though this is neither my best nor my most serious work, and is more of a way for me say I'm still alive and that I'm still working on Counting Crucifixes, for those of you who read it, anyway.
The next chapter will be out soon, promise. A revised prologue is coming too, but it may be a while for that.