Two hearts become none
Two souls that push apart
The tension is unbearable
Yet we still fight against fate
Who will it be?
Who will live gain and be whole?
Will Buffy ever be with me?
Or will it be Spike?
I can't bear the thought of losing everything
Especially since I've come this far
Will I lose everything? To Spike?
Was it all just a waste of my time?
I don't know, I don't care
I just want to know who the prophecy is about
It's either me, or him
That much we know for sure
I often get anxious
Waiting... waiting
It seems like I've waited for so long
100 years I've been fighting against Angelus
Having a soul helped
But still, I feel him inside
He urges me to let him out
But I refuse
I'll wait until I get my reward
Then I can really show him
The face-off will be fantastic
And I'll kick his ass
When I become human
I will get rid of Angelus so fast
he won't know what hit him
He'll never last
He's evil; pure evil
There's nothing worse than him
That's why I fight so hard to keep him controlled
And for my reward
My reward is all that I'm really fighting for now
I believe in fighting for the greater good
And I think I'm doing just that
But I'd like something to show for it
I don't consider it a "trophy"
More of a "certificate"
It will sit there and not help me at all in my fight
Yet I will still have it and it will mean the world to me
I long for the day when I can stop fighting
When it will all be over
At least... for me
I want rest. I need rest
I've waited for a rest for such a long time
I've been fighting for such a long time
Please, Powers that Be, just give it to me
I've suffered long enough. Please
I know that Spike fought for his soul
But does he really deserve it?
Has he done the amount of good things I've done?
No. He hasn't. He doesn't deserve this
I do. Please, let me live again as human
Spike can still "fight the good fight"
He lives for that; I used to
Then I found something better to live for: Life
I've been waiting for the moment that it would come
The apocalypse, is it coming?
I can sense something dark is rising
And I choose to fight against it
When we win, the choice will be simple
Spike or Angel?
Honestly, is it that hard to choose?
Make the right decision. Choose me. Please
Author's Note: This is kinda like my other poem fanfic. I'm not entirely sure where it came from, or why it's here. All I know is that it's an emotional poem. Angel dearly wants his prize now; he's been fighting so long for it. His humanity: he deserves it. Don't you think?