Have you ever had a point in your life where you just can't take it anymore?
Imagine that pain added to immortality. I am not the happiest person in the world, nor is he. I feel so sorry for him, a beautiful angel trapped in a dark, pitiful hell.... with her.
I flinch as the thought of that cold-hearted, selfish bitch crosses my mind. She ruined him. She ruined our friendship. She took away the one thing he loved, and I got the blame. Am I so wrong to love him? She thinks so, and has made him believe her extraneous bullshit. I love that angel with all my heart, and it pains me to see him so sad. It pains me to see him hate me with a passion. I can't help it, it hurts so bad.
Yet that spirit, just a lowly desert spirit, is the only thing that can stop the pain. It can stop his pain, as well as mine, but it may as well hurt me again. Because of that desert spirit, he can never be mine. But because of that desert spirit, he can never be hers either. That desert spirit will make him happy, and I love him so much I can live with that. Today is the day the wind spirits go on their journey through the desert again. Perhaps they'll find the desert spirit. How I'd love to see the look on her face when the he is reunited with his true love. I will be redeemed. He will damn me no more.
And now, I retreat to my darkness, my only sanctuary in this abysmal valley. Away from the heartbreak of he who carries the wind. My shelter from her storm. The womb from which a rebellion against her will someday be born. This darkness, desert spirit, is where you will spring your vengeance.
I swear, desert spirit, by my honor as Shinigami-sama, we will have our revenge. I will not fall until her blood has spilled on the floors of the palace.
But tell me desert spirit, will her blood spill too late?
Imagine that pain added to immortality. I am not the happiest person in the world, nor is he. I feel so sorry for him, a beautiful angel trapped in a dark, pitiful hell.... with her.
I flinch as the thought of that cold-hearted, selfish bitch crosses my mind. She ruined him. She ruined our friendship. She took away the one thing he loved, and I got the blame. Am I so wrong to love him? She thinks so, and has made him believe her extraneous bullshit. I love that angel with all my heart, and it pains me to see him so sad. It pains me to see him hate me with a passion. I can't help it, it hurts so bad.
Yet that spirit, just a lowly desert spirit, is the only thing that can stop the pain. It can stop his pain, as well as mine, but it may as well hurt me again. Because of that desert spirit, he can never be mine. But because of that desert spirit, he can never be hers either. That desert spirit will make him happy, and I love him so much I can live with that. Today is the day the wind spirits go on their journey through the desert again. Perhaps they'll find the desert spirit. How I'd love to see the look on her face when the he is reunited with his true love. I will be redeemed. He will damn me no more.
And now, I retreat to my darkness, my only sanctuary in this abysmal valley. Away from the heartbreak of he who carries the wind. My shelter from her storm. The womb from which a rebellion against her will someday be born. This darkness, desert spirit, is where you will spring your vengeance.
I swear, desert spirit, by my honor as Shinigami-sama, we will have our revenge. I will not fall until her blood has spilled on the floors of the palace.
But tell me desert spirit, will her blood spill too late?
