It is dark.
Darkness can leave anyone vulnerable.
I hold my breath,
Shadows follow me wherever I go.
Why won't they leave me alone?
Why do they wrap around my ankles, pulling me further into the darkness?
Why does a hand reach out,
Softly,
Lightly,
Touching me.
It touches me,
Tingling envelopes me,
But fear grows in the pit of my stomach.
The shadows will force me,
To submit to a face,
That I cannot see.
To submit to a voice,
That seems so familiar in the day.
In the night,
There is no familiarity,
Only one voice,
One phantom.
His mask falls to the ground,
I hear the cracking of porcelain,
But the darkness,
Hides a face that I know so well,
That I cannot recognize.
It all seems as familiar as the breaking of dawn,
But there is no light.
The light will come,
I pray for the salvation of day.
Submission,
Darkness,
Vulnerability,
Familiarity,
Freedom,
Love,
Fear,
Lies,
Poisoned kisses,
And the broken dreams,
Of a boy,
Becoming a man,
Who was reduced to nothing,
But a mere shadow,
And a porcelain mask.
(A/N: My first dark fic. I'm going through yet another Evanescence and Kerli phase…again…and I'm just in a pretty dark mood…I'm still suffering from ShikaTema obsessive disorder. If it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. Huzzah for dark shadow seduction! :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, bad things would happen…very bad things…
Okay, so give me some feedback. Should I continue with ShikaTema darkfics?
R&R please, or I'll write Shika's name down in my Death Note.
(Light: Okay, whoever stole me note is so freakin' dead!)
Okay…maybe it's not my Death Note…
~Ricey)