Random Spike Poems

by abhorseninwaitinglirael

A small collection of poems. Slight AU as I have no clue as to whether he had a sister or drank her. PS, please could someone tell me what OOC means?

On the oxymoron of (un)life

Running away

From a memory forgotten

Longing for day

As I crouch in the dark

Wanting to say

But I keep my silence

Of the same clay

But without the spark.

A (possibly exaggerated) tale of woes

Always lurking in the shadow,

Never let into the light

Not that anyone really cared though,

As long as I could fight.

People looked at me askance

When I seemed to care

Few gave me more than a cursory glance

And promptly forgot I was there.

Remember

Remember a time when my heart beat a rhythm

Remember a time when I had a soul

Remember a time when I had a sister

Remember a time when my heart had a goal.

Look at me now, skulking in darkness

Look at me now, fleeing the Sun

Look at me now, look at the monster

Look at me now, at what I've become.

Remember a time, when I looked down on the homeless

Remember a time, when I thought I was good

Remember a time, when opinions mattered

Remember a time, when someone else would.

Look at me now, fighting the demons

Look at me now, doing my part

Look at me now, in love with the Slayer

Look at me now, giving my heart.

I long for that time, when my heart beat a rhythm

I long for that time, when I had a soul

I long for that time, when I had a sister

I long for that time, when my heart had a goal.

I want to be free, from skulking in darkness

I want to be free, from fleeing the Sun

I want to be free, from being a monster

I want to be free, from what I've become.

But I don't want that time, when I looked down on the homeless

But I don't want that time, when I thought I was good

But I don't want that time, when opinions mattered

But I don't want that time, when someone else would.

But look at me now, fighting the demons

But look at me now, doing my part

But look at me now, in love with the Slayer

But look at me now, giving my heart.

That's not a thing I would trade for a heartbeat

That's not a thing I would trade for the Sun

That's not a thing I would trade for a sister

That's not a thing I would trade to have won.

Fighting the fight against all forms of evil

Fighting the fight against allies of old

Fighting the fight for the sake of another

Fighting the fight to feel more than the cold.

Remember a time when my heart beat a rhythm

Remember a time when I had a soul

Remember a time when I had a sister

Remember a time when my heart had a goal.

But while my heart might have no rhythm

While I may not have a soul

While I may have drunk my sister

My lifeless heart still has a goal.