Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.just love 'em.
Summary: Pretty much just a stream-of-consciousness bit. First attempt at anything even remotely fic-ish. Review me!
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Something is most dreadfully wrong here. Something shoved in where it doesn't fit...isn't wanted. A huge wedge of badness prying everything apart. Little by little at first, but then everything start to unravel so quickly you wouldn't know which string to cut first...which leak to clog...nothing makes sense anymore and you don't know why. Everything is coming from a thousand different directions...more if they can fit. And the world...the world is crashing down around your ears and it's so loud...so loud. And there's nothin else...not a spark. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Can't remember what you've done, and when you do remember you wish to God you could forget again. And HIM...and it...the other...all there...talking. And you can feel them, every one of them and it kills you to think about it all...but there's nothing else you can do. Nothing worth passing the time, because you don't know what's really going on when you're out there. That song...that voice...it changes you and you can't stop it. Not until it's too late. And you want it all to end, and you want it to end this way or that way. And at the same time you know there's no chance in hell that it will work, no way in the world (or out of it for that matter) that it could ever happen the way it plays out in your head. No way...no way. But there's the tiniest of inklings you have...and then it spreads and becomes a rip in your world view...and it grows into an abyss...and you and everything you love are teetering on the very brink...fall any moment, you will. And all the time you're saying to yourself, "holy shit! There's no way this is happening! This can't be me! Oh god what have I done?" And you know...you know it's all gonna end somehow. But you don't know if you're drowning or waving...can't trust what you see anymore. Hell, you can barely trust what you're feeling, except for that one thing. That one, undeniable truth in your heart...that keeps you grounded when nothing else will. Sure, sometimes it isn't enough...those demons are powerful when they wriggle around in your brain, mess with your heart, fiddle with your soul. But, in the end...it's always the love that brings you back. And you give yourself, willingly, knowingly...completely. Forget putting your heart back where it fell out. No, you're just giving it...offering it to the only person in the world who can maybe save you. And the whole time...you don't even know. Oh Mario, sit here by the window...Stay here til we reach Idaho. And when we go, hold my hand on takeoff...tell me what I already know.
Summary: Pretty much just a stream-of-consciousness bit. First attempt at anything even remotely fic-ish. Review me!
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Something is most dreadfully wrong here. Something shoved in where it doesn't fit...isn't wanted. A huge wedge of badness prying everything apart. Little by little at first, but then everything start to unravel so quickly you wouldn't know which string to cut first...which leak to clog...nothing makes sense anymore and you don't know why. Everything is coming from a thousand different directions...more if they can fit. And the world...the world is crashing down around your ears and it's so loud...so loud. And there's nothin else...not a spark. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Can't remember what you've done, and when you do remember you wish to God you could forget again. And HIM...and it...the other...all there...talking. And you can feel them, every one of them and it kills you to think about it all...but there's nothing else you can do. Nothing worth passing the time, because you don't know what's really going on when you're out there. That song...that voice...it changes you and you can't stop it. Not until it's too late. And you want it all to end, and you want it to end this way or that way. And at the same time you know there's no chance in hell that it will work, no way in the world (or out of it for that matter) that it could ever happen the way it plays out in your head. No way...no way. But there's the tiniest of inklings you have...and then it spreads and becomes a rip in your world view...and it grows into an abyss...and you and everything you love are teetering on the very brink...fall any moment, you will. And all the time you're saying to yourself, "holy shit! There's no way this is happening! This can't be me! Oh god what have I done?" And you know...you know it's all gonna end somehow. But you don't know if you're drowning or waving...can't trust what you see anymore. Hell, you can barely trust what you're feeling, except for that one thing. That one, undeniable truth in your heart...that keeps you grounded when nothing else will. Sure, sometimes it isn't enough...those demons are powerful when they wriggle around in your brain, mess with your heart, fiddle with your soul. But, in the end...it's always the love that brings you back. And you give yourself, willingly, knowingly...completely. Forget putting your heart back where it fell out. No, you're just giving it...offering it to the only person in the world who can maybe save you. And the whole time...you don't even know. Oh Mario, sit here by the window...Stay here til we reach Idaho. And when we go, hold my hand on takeoff...tell me what I already know.