What does it matter, life and death? We are all born to die are we not?
There are times when I'm just a shell
So what should it matter if one lives and one dies? We all shall die sooner or later, why burden one's soul with the tortured memories of the past?
When I do not feel
Anything, for anyone
But I know that's not how it works. Lucrecia left me over thirty years ago, and yet I still torment myself with the events in my past. Hojo's experiments have left me without a heart, without a soul.
All I feel is hollow and bruised
I cannot grieve, but I want to. I cannot love, but I miss my love lost. What purpose do I have in this cruel and uncertain world?
Used up and misused
And with the demons in the back of my head, how soon will it be before Chaos takes complete control of my weak mind? How much longer will he play with my mind, my emotions? Will there be a day I turn on my allies? No. On my....friends?
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
Have I failed, somehow or someway
I know I have failed. I have failed in more ways than can possibly be imagined. I failed by allowing Lucrecia to be injected with Jenova. I failed when I allowed her to give birth to Sephiroth. I failed to keep her alive. I failed myself by having Hojo test on me. And as a result? A claw for a left arm and horrifying transformation capabilities...no curses.
Will the weight of today finally pull me down
To drown in the depths of despair
How many more sins must I atone for? How many more sins must I commit? How many more times must I watch Lucrecia die in my arms? How many more times must I replay Hojo's smiling face in my mind? Is there no end to my suffering?
Where I am alone
I am all alone. There is no one left for me. Cloud and his party may have freed me from my coffin in the mansion, but there is no way I will allow myself to rely on them. I only have one thing left in my life.
Except for my rage
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
My darkest days are everyday. I have nothing to look forward to anymore. I have killed Hojo. I have helped in the defeat of Sephiroth. I have somewhat avenged Lucrecia. But there is nothing else. Nothing else for me to do. Who knows how long I will stay on this planet as a result of Hojo's experiments. Damn him. Damn him to hell and back. He took away everything in my life and replaced it with endless suffering, and endless pain.
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
Life doesn't mean anything anymore. It means absolutely nothing. There is a void in my heart. There is a mist in my eyes. Threatening to cry tears that will never come. That dam will never break. But my sins are my damnation. And my damnation becomes the rage that builds up inside of me.
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
One day, the inevitable shall happen. The dam concealing my rage and my pain shall break. And the Planet will suffer as a result of my rage. And as a result of my own failure. And Chaos will break loose, in more ways then one. I must put a stop to this threat, therefore I must put an end to my life. And an end to my suffering.
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
My darkest day......
Disclaimer: I don't own Vincent -- dammit! Or any other FFVII character. The song Darkest Days is property of Stabbing Westward too. Please review!