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I lay here tonight during this chilled Russian moon, looking back on my life and all that we've been through. These dreams, these visions of my past, they haunt me. They watch me, wanting to consume my corrupted mind.
what is it
My emotions, all were torn away from me. But one remand. The hatred I've had was that beyond mortal beings. Pathetic human emotions. All they did was get me yelled at or beaten. They taught me to hate and laugh at my pain. What have I ever done to them?
what is it
They said I have a heart as black as the midnight sky. I have always hated everyone. Even the ones that were just walking around drove me insane. I hated that they are so weak, that they couldn't help each other…that they didn't help me. I would have rather died then be someone's fiend. They would only betray me…they would hurt me.
what is it
He gets up from his bed and walks toward the windows.
The night, the darkness, the pain, so much pain. Why won't the nightmares end? Why can't I rest in peace. I want to end this misery. I want to end my pain. I've already endured the abbey, why must my mind pelage me with these memories? Even now, as I stand here, your laugh continues to poison my brain. All the day's you've tortured me, us.
All the lies you've carved into my skull.
He studies the marks on his wrist. They are old, he wishes to get rid of them so he may forget. However he knew that they could never come off. He could never erase his past. He would be forced to remember.
These scars, a memorial of that hell I've once called home. A simple identification of what I've been through.
what color is it
My heart in black, my body cold, my soul a blaze.
He turns to his draw and pulls out an object.
what color is it
I wonder, even after all these years, all this pain, what the color of my blood is. Has it changed like the rest of me? Has it too, been through a metamorphosis and changed the same color as my heart? I must know.
He holds the object against his wrist and yanks it down hard. He bites his lips as to not wake his fellow bladers. He smirks at what he sees flowing down his pale arm.
Crimson.
Heh, I guess I'm not as different as everyone claims I am. Even after the heartbreak and pain and scars, my blood still stays the same.
He retreats back to his bed with a smile on his face. He lays his head on his pillow and pulls back the sheets. The crimson liquid streaming from his wrist all the while leaving a gentle pool of amber to spread over his sheets. The falcon warrior turns to the night's sky once more.
What a nice night, for a full moon.
He closes his eyes and drifts into a slumber with no pain and no nightmares. An everlasting sleep. Now, finally, he could rest in peace.
So what do you think? Good, bad, medium? I'm sorry for killing him, but he just seemed so miserable, I know I would. But hey, Bryan is one of my favorite characters. He rocks. Anyway please review and tell me how you like it