Am I human? Better yet- Am I even humane? Am I fit to roam this place, along with the other mindless soilders of life? They look at me like I am a walking death- a diesease among men. But that is unfair! If you say something hurtful, don't I hurt? Or do I? Maybe it is an emotion I am unfamiliar with.....I seem to forget that emotions are useless. They get in the way, and confuse the minds. The simple, clouded brains of the mortal fools. They are so stupid! None of them have a clue what is going on, yet they live day to day like it is a task that has to be completed. Death is something that will not come until fate rears it's ugly head and smiles at them- empty and cold. Like a shadow that never ceases. It's there. A thorn in my brian- that shadow! The shadow of death. Am I afraid of dieing? Do I want to die? What do I want? What is this feeling of "want"? Is it something that a pure object can satisfy. Objects are useless. They are nothing more than to please. There I go again- making humor over the human race. That same race that fears me, and my kind, but the race that provides beauty to the "emotions" subject. Their beauty. The beauty of Naria and Eriya..How I miss them so...there purring hearts and loyalty are so..complete.
They completed me. Both of them have the charm and loving personalties- Silver and Gold that perfect the colors of the world. Silver that shimmers in the water on a clear day. Gold that glistens on the necklaces of the nobles in the townsquare. Silver that intertwins in my hair, and gold that kisses my eyes in the light. Specks of perfect light that lighten the normal, ugly, and dull colors. Brown becomes flashing when gold holds it. When the fire becomes low, and blue flames show, silver dances with it. Gold and Silver are the colors of them. Gold and Silver are the colors of my heart. Black wrapped in Gold and Silver foil that seems to melt into the black- swirling and confusing. Red softens into hues of pink. The pink and gold of my eyes. Silver melts into my hair, shining it with magnifence. My gold earings...my silver arm. They really do complete me. They are me. We are bound. Bound by love. Bound by joy, and bound by despair. Bound..by Zibach.
They completed me. Both of them have the charm and loving personalties- Silver and Gold that perfect the colors of the world. Silver that shimmers in the water on a clear day. Gold that glistens on the necklaces of the nobles in the townsquare. Silver that intertwins in my hair, and gold that kisses my eyes in the light. Specks of perfect light that lighten the normal, ugly, and dull colors. Brown becomes flashing when gold holds it. When the fire becomes low, and blue flames show, silver dances with it. Gold and Silver are the colors of them. Gold and Silver are the colors of my heart. Black wrapped in Gold and Silver foil that seems to melt into the black- swirling and confusing. Red softens into hues of pink. The pink and gold of my eyes. Silver melts into my hair, shining it with magnifence. My gold earings...my silver arm. They really do complete me. They are me. We are bound. Bound by love. Bound by joy, and bound by despair. Bound..by Zibach.