OK… this is an odd little poem ^^ Read at the risk of becoming insane, as I so clearly am…
I'd also like to clear a something up with my song fic, "Imaginary," about the lyrics. I downloaded the song off Kazaa, and the lyrics were in that order. *shrugs* It's weird. They're like two completely different songs. I think there are two versions? I have noooo idea.
Stoic
Stoic.
Gazes solemnly out the window;
Her dark curtain concealing what lies behind
Except for the Eyes.
They are shadowed and indifferent
Like a shield that resists all prodding
To find her soul.
She stares at the crimson sunset
The colour of blood
She is entranced in her own world instead
And the beauty is meaningless to her
Dark eyes dull and emotionless
Hostility.
The warm wind beckons her
However, she doesn't leave
Her sanctuary of eternal silence
Imprisoned forever
Staring impassively.
The wooden chair creaks,
Yet she doesn't make any noise herself
Just sitting there.
She doesn't seem lonely
She's just there
Unfeeling
Quiet and perceptive
Behind her wall of hair
She is
Gazing.
She's lost eternally
In the echo of a memory
Unmoving, and uncaring
Her mouth set neutrally
For I can see it now
Her hair has parted
Yet the darkness still lingers
And it's growing
It's encompassing
Awakening
What's hidden within
And I feel myself drawn in to the aura
The aura of nothingness
The eyes turn to me,
And I feel myself drowning.
Drowning in her emptiness
Drowning in the
Coldness
And as I writhe in agony
Her face remains stoic.