Phantom, Dan Phantom
DISCLAIMER: Man, I hate these, I don't own DP, and never will
My submission to DP angst day!
Pain. Nothing but pain,
a needle went into the vein,
and then everything was gone. Except pain.
The death of a loved one can hurt, especially when you're the one that caused it.
I messed up badly.
I lost the battle, the game of chess that was my families' and friend's lives,
I think my souls gone, whether it left because I miss-used it, or if it blackened and died like a vine in winter
Crumbling, dying into eternal nothingness.
That would be nice now,
To join my loved ones in the void.
Their eyes,
Purple, blue, violet, blue, more blue
They mock me.
Taunt me.
My hair catches fire,
I feel the fangs grow.
I'll truly know what it's like to be dead now.
My emotions, washing over me in a race to escape.
I feel nothing.
Except for a spark, the tiny emotion that remained.
Lust. A desire to kill,
To destroy the world that brought upon my destruction, my demise.
A few loose ends to tie up though.
A snap, the neck of my old human form crumpled and broke.
The blue eyes that stared upon me with fear, anger, even,
Would never stare again.
An explosion ended my human life,
Well, half human actually.
Why shouldn't an explosion mark my new place in the world?
I shot a single ecto- blast.
And flew.
From now on the world would fear my name.
No, not Danny Phantom. Not anymore.
That name was child-ish.
My new name, the name that would one day be known as the ghost who single- handedly,
Destroyed the earth, would be Phantom, Dan Phantom.