Red Sky
A piece by Konrad Szustak (Otherwise known as Shinji (the 6:00 Assassin)
Sky. Red Sky.
What my eyes have seen.
What my eyes have not seen.
I stare at the red sky. I do not wish to. But I feel I am forced to
Red, the color I hate, the color of my blood..
Red, the color of my hate, the color of the one that has replaced me.
And so I lay here, contemplating this hated color of mine, as I stare at
the blood seeping out of me. Finding it ironic that something I require so
much is so red. That it runs through the passageways of my being.
Red Sky.
What my eyes see.
What my eyes can't see.
I watch as my redness, as my hate pools around me. I feel. a strange joy as
I stare at it. I laugh as I feel my own mortality. The mortality that I've
been denied, the mortality that I've so desperately wanted to feel...
No longer am I replaceable, no longer an old man's plaything, no longer a
tool, to be used and then left to rust. I feel my freedom
Red Sky
I sigh as I feel the life slip away. Quicker and quicker it flows, and I
feel it all begin to go.
Too late to turn back now. I muse.
Perhaps someone will find my body, I fear. And take it back to Him,
restarting the cycle, granting me the curse of immortality, of not being
able to feel.
With my last bit of strength I drag myself to the window sill. The red sky
mocks me. I slump against the window, defeated. My eyes look downwards.
find a figure down below. widen in recognition.
Red Sky.
What my eyes do see.
What my eyes don't see.
I smile as he enters. Like I once did, just for him, so long ago. As I
watch him come closer, I begin to feel his despair. He and I both know that
it's too late, that he can't help me. A pang of remorse this me. Have I
brought him down with me, into my dark abyss?
Blue meets Red underneath the red sky.
I feel happy that he's here for me. I whisper to him. "Thank you"
In my last moments I am not alone.
Someone has come, that will mourn me. That won't betray me to Him.
I smile once more. one last time. In spite of the red sky.
Red Sky
What your eyes can see
Red Sky
What your eyes can't see
A/N: Well. Like Run Away, I wrote this late one night when I was bored. Who
and what it's about I'll leave to you.
The words, (Red Sky, What your eyes can see, Red Sky, What your eyes can't
see) were taken from a drawing done by a very, very talented artist that
goes by the name Kami. I believe her site is down at the moment, but I can
honestly say that it is some of the best work I have seen in a long, long
while. *Ahem*
[SelfWhoring]If you enjoyed this little piece, be sure to check out
Tainted, and Run Away, located at Fanfiction.net, amongst other
places![/selfwhoring]
A piece by Konrad Szustak (Otherwise known as Shinji (the 6:00 Assassin)
Sky. Red Sky.
What my eyes have seen.
What my eyes have not seen.
I stare at the red sky. I do not wish to. But I feel I am forced to
Red, the color I hate, the color of my blood..
Red, the color of my hate, the color of the one that has replaced me.
And so I lay here, contemplating this hated color of mine, as I stare at
the blood seeping out of me. Finding it ironic that something I require so
much is so red. That it runs through the passageways of my being.
Red Sky.
What my eyes see.
What my eyes can't see.
I watch as my redness, as my hate pools around me. I feel. a strange joy as
I stare at it. I laugh as I feel my own mortality. The mortality that I've
been denied, the mortality that I've so desperately wanted to feel...
No longer am I replaceable, no longer an old man's plaything, no longer a
tool, to be used and then left to rust. I feel my freedom
Red Sky
I sigh as I feel the life slip away. Quicker and quicker it flows, and I
feel it all begin to go.
Too late to turn back now. I muse.
Perhaps someone will find my body, I fear. And take it back to Him,
restarting the cycle, granting me the curse of immortality, of not being
able to feel.
With my last bit of strength I drag myself to the window sill. The red sky
mocks me. I slump against the window, defeated. My eyes look downwards.
find a figure down below. widen in recognition.
Red Sky.
What my eyes do see.
What my eyes don't see.
I smile as he enters. Like I once did, just for him, so long ago. As I
watch him come closer, I begin to feel his despair. He and I both know that
it's too late, that he can't help me. A pang of remorse this me. Have I
brought him down with me, into my dark abyss?
Blue meets Red underneath the red sky.
I feel happy that he's here for me. I whisper to him. "Thank you"
In my last moments I am not alone.
Someone has come, that will mourn me. That won't betray me to Him.
I smile once more. one last time. In spite of the red sky.
Red Sky
What your eyes can see
Red Sky
What your eyes can't see
A/N: Well. Like Run Away, I wrote this late one night when I was bored. Who
and what it's about I'll leave to you.
The words, (Red Sky, What your eyes can see, Red Sky, What your eyes can't
see) were taken from a drawing done by a very, very talented artist that
goes by the name Kami. I believe her site is down at the moment, but I can
honestly say that it is some of the best work I have seen in a long, long
while. *Ahem*
[SelfWhoring]If you enjoyed this little piece, be sure to check out
Tainted, and Run Away, located at Fanfiction.net, amongst other
places![/selfwhoring]