Disclaimer:
The characters belong to Marvel. Yeah. Rogue. Remy. Iceman. All Marvel's, even
the situation, and frankly, if they were mine, I never would have done this to
them, but as it is... Oh yeah, and in case if you were confused, I'm not making
any money off this. I wish I were. I need money.
Author's notes: I wrote this a long time ago – like a year or so ago. It's a
poem of what might have been going though Rogue's mind at the beginning of that
road trip to Seattle while Remy's personality and memories were still fresh in
her mind. Very stream of conscience; very angst-y. Hope it makes sense, and I
hope you enjoy. Oh yes, and I live off of feedback, so don't be shy.
"missy42"
drownin'
feel you inside a' me
feel ya' running around up there
swallowed your soul
with a kiss
your violence lives
inside a' me now
an' ah'm drownin' in your guilt
an' all ah've got's a man of ice
to comfort me
visions of a past
memories half hidden
in the shadows of yo' life
been sucked into the dark
vortex of glowing red eyes
ah wanna fly far
far far away from here
an' ah have that power
ah just kaint seem to git
mah feet off the ground
don't recon it'd do much
good anyhow
kaint ya see
yo' weighin' me down boy
is this who you really are
wanted so much to love you
but ah caint get over
who you were
ah hate who you were
jus' look at what
it's doin' ta me
oh so near the devil's triangle
do you suppose if ah git there
these feelin's would disappear
inta thin air
like so many great white sails
or would ah just go
down with 'em
like so many great white sailors
suppose ah'm already
doin' that, anyhow
Non?
why'd it have to be me
why'd it have to be you
ah hope yo' home
yo' haven
yo' heaven
yo' place with me
was worth givin' up
for these kisses
these yes
these kisses
so, now, do ya think
that alcohol will kill
these cells in my brain
would ecstasy do the trick
or just bangin' my head
'gainst the writing
on the wall
oh, help me Amnesia
save me from this please
kill the part of me
that absorbed yo' self
that now contains
yo' hollow skeleton
swirlingtiltingspinningtuning
tumblingwhirlingspiralingdrowning
in the dim lamplight
of the french quarter
that sheds no hope
on yo' nightlife
on the streets an' these
memories they're mine, now
but the life never was
gotta keep tellin' mahself that
an' ah wonder
do ya stay up
cryin' every night
cuz ah sure am
do ya still her their voices
her voice every night
do they gouge at your soul
when the world is quiet and still
did you just
shove them aside
did you just
learn to live with them
tell me how sugah
cuz ah don't think ah cain
bear it much longah
they pour their cries
they pour their pains
they pour their voices
of your vileness
of your treachery
of your crimes
and the blackness
in your heart expands
fillin' mah lungs
and there ain't no room
for air
fight so hard to stay above it
but ah'm getting' so tired
of struggling
how could you stand yourself
cuz ah can't anymore