Insidious
I have no memories.
No scent. No years. No love.
I have no destiny.
No breath. No strength. No blood.
No longer am I innocent.
No longer am I me.
I cannot face the strager inside.
I will not look to see.
I do not sleep in dreamland.
Burning fire invades my mind.
Where have I been for so long,
buried in the weight of time?
No longer am I a tyrant.
I can finally see the truth.
His sins stain my soul black.
His sins stole my youth.
I have to face my stalking past.
This torment won't let me be.
I turn my head towards the mirror.
I see his face in me.
My purity fades quickly now,
as I stare into his eyes.
I search for the child inside me,
that I no longer recognize.
I know I must escape his grasp.
I know my mind's not right.
Brother, will save me from my wicked state?
...Will you hold my hand at night?
Poem written, copyrighted and owned by H. Zane
I do not own Escaflowne, no copyright infringement intended.
I have no memories.
No scent. No years. No love.
I have no destiny.
No breath. No strength. No blood.
No longer am I innocent.
No longer am I me.
I cannot face the strager inside.
I will not look to see.
I do not sleep in dreamland.
Burning fire invades my mind.
Where have I been for so long,
buried in the weight of time?
No longer am I a tyrant.
I can finally see the truth.
His sins stain my soul black.
His sins stole my youth.
I have to face my stalking past.
This torment won't let me be.
I turn my head towards the mirror.
I see his face in me.
My purity fades quickly now,
as I stare into his eyes.
I search for the child inside me,
that I no longer recognize.
I know I must escape his grasp.
I know my mind's not right.
Brother, will save me from my wicked state?
...Will you hold my hand at night?
Poem written, copyrighted and owned by H. Zane
I do not own Escaflowne, no copyright infringement intended.
