What's In A Name?
I've killed mothers. Babies even. Sisters and brothers... fathers. Families! The whole lot. Never once listened to their pleas. Didn't care who would be crying at their funeral the following week. Never bothered to wonder what family member I left to fend for themselves or any emotional trama I know I caused. Never cared... until now.
And I'll admit it, I cried. I knew her. I liked her. I cared about her. I've talked to her, laughed with her, cried to her about my problems. I love her daughters, both of 'em. Different ways of course. I'm not completly sick. The girl, a key... so strong for her age. Pretty little thing. Dawn. Named after the only thing I fear. She's a brat though. Comes up with witty comments... pisses me all the time. But she's honest. Stubborn. Not human. Like me. She's sneaky, loyal, loving, and traumatized by her mothers death. Just like her sister.
Buffy.
Buffy... that name. The very mention of it would have made my blood run cold, if it wasn't already. It would haunt me... torment me. And now in a slightly different way, it does the same. It haunts me and sings to me, toments me and pleasures me. To hear it, or to say it, even to read it grabs my full attention. Whisper it, cry it, scream it, sigh it, no matter how you dish it out, it carries the same sweetness... Buffy. I'm a slave to that name.
It was sudden. Oh, everyone knew she was sick. But all death is sudden. At least that's the way it hits you. Death comes unexpectedly. It creeps behind you ever so slowly and just when you think you've escaped it, that's when it pushes you. Tackles you down and poisens you. I've seen it 100 times. I've been around a long time. Seen lots ot people poisened by death. Can't remember a single ones name. Only faces. Thousands and thousands of terror stricken profiles burned into my memory. Pitty those bloody tin soldiers couldn't have paralized my memory as well with that sodden chip. That's the reason I'm feeling this way. That bleedin' chips fogged up my thinkin'. Father bloody time has gone his rounds and I've had time to stop and smell the corpses and it's... useless! Bugger the chip. It's a lie. Love's what's done me in. In love with a girl who's name tortures me, who's sister looks up to me, and who's mother cared for me.
And I've killed mothers!I've killed babies, I've killed sisters, I've killed brothers, I've killed fathers... FAMILIES! And I've never cared. Until now.
Until I fell in love... with a name.
Until I feel in love with three girl names 'Summers'...
I've killed mothers. Babies even. Sisters and brothers... fathers. Families! The whole lot. Never once listened to their pleas. Didn't care who would be crying at their funeral the following week. Never bothered to wonder what family member I left to fend for themselves or any emotional trama I know I caused. Never cared... until now.
And I'll admit it, I cried. I knew her. I liked her. I cared about her. I've talked to her, laughed with her, cried to her about my problems. I love her daughters, both of 'em. Different ways of course. I'm not completly sick. The girl, a key... so strong for her age. Pretty little thing. Dawn. Named after the only thing I fear. She's a brat though. Comes up with witty comments... pisses me all the time. But she's honest. Stubborn. Not human. Like me. She's sneaky, loyal, loving, and traumatized by her mothers death. Just like her sister.
Buffy.
Buffy... that name. The very mention of it would have made my blood run cold, if it wasn't already. It would haunt me... torment me. And now in a slightly different way, it does the same. It haunts me and sings to me, toments me and pleasures me. To hear it, or to say it, even to read it grabs my full attention. Whisper it, cry it, scream it, sigh it, no matter how you dish it out, it carries the same sweetness... Buffy. I'm a slave to that name.
It was sudden. Oh, everyone knew she was sick. But all death is sudden. At least that's the way it hits you. Death comes unexpectedly. It creeps behind you ever so slowly and just when you think you've escaped it, that's when it pushes you. Tackles you down and poisens you. I've seen it 100 times. I've been around a long time. Seen lots ot people poisened by death. Can't remember a single ones name. Only faces. Thousands and thousands of terror stricken profiles burned into my memory. Pitty those bloody tin soldiers couldn't have paralized my memory as well with that sodden chip. That's the reason I'm feeling this way. That bleedin' chips fogged up my thinkin'. Father bloody time has gone his rounds and I've had time to stop and smell the corpses and it's... useless! Bugger the chip. It's a lie. Love's what's done me in. In love with a girl who's name tortures me, who's sister looks up to me, and who's mother cared for me.
And I've killed mothers!I've killed babies, I've killed sisters, I've killed brothers, I've killed fathers... FAMILIES! And I've never cared. Until now.
Until I fell in love... with a name.
Until I feel in love with three girl names 'Summers'...