L,O! I know I haven't updated this since ...a really long time. But I'm gonna make up for that now. I was reading the lyrics to Kelly Clarkson's CD, and I found several songs that worked perfectly. So, the first song is Addicted. And I just really thought that song, and this drabble was a good match. So, enjoy!
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It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let
You have all the power
It's like the only company I seek
Is misery all around
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The unbelievably bright sun shined through a mix of blue and green stained glass windows, creating the illusion of almost aqua colored sun rays on an amazingly huge canopy bed. The deadly poison green sheets slightly creating the optic illusion of a glowing mix.
The occupant of the bed slightly opened his golden lizard-like eyes. Within seconds, opening them all the way. He picked his head up from the large variety of pillows that layed in a mess. His raven hair was splayed out over a few. As he sat up, he ran his fingers through the thick shiny, now tangled, hair. The all time evil master mind sighed, still tired from the seemingly endless night of barely any sleep. It's not that he wasn't tired, it's that his mind wouldn't let him rest. It refused to let him enter the blissful dreaming state. For what he dreamt about, was real. It was what he craved.
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It's like you're a leach
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you
Have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna
Quit you over time
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He lazily threw the covers off to the side of the bed. The sheets hung over the side of the bed like a flowing green waterfall. He grabbed his clothes for the day, being the usual armor, and walked into the bathroom. The gargantuan bathroom had an enormous and very luxorious gold tub with intriguing designs of various mythological serpents encrested on the side. The evil prince of darkness turned the dragon headed faucet on, letting warm water fill the tub. He grabbed a glass bottle of Licorice scented bath oil and poured some into the cascading water.
Within a few minutes he shut the faucet off and the water ceased to fall. He stepped into the soothing warm water and slunk down into it, praying his mind of a thousand buzzing bees would desist and finally let him rest and relax.
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It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
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It was completely silent. The quietness allowed him to hear the light popping of the licorice scented bubbles. He noticed one floating in the air. It came close to him, and he could see the raidant rainbow of colors that seemed to swirl on the transparent hovering sphere. He continued to stare at it, a face taking the place of those intriguing colors. The face closed it's sky colored eyes and the bubble popped. The warrior of darkness closed his eyes and sunk deeper into the water, until it met the bottom of his nose. He felt the steam of the water as it rised to his face. The entrancing eyes opened, seeing another pair of eyes looking at him. The amazing azure irises narrowed in almost a flirtatious manner, and the pink cherry blossomed lips curved into a small warm smile. He sat back up in the tub, his movement causing ripples to distort the image and make it vanish.
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It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost
That's haunting me
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Later in the afternoon the young master exited his lair, wandering around without thinking of where he was going. He finally came to a stop as he ended up on a grass covered cliff. A shining grey boulder sat alongside a growing tree. He took a seat on the large rock and looked in the distance that awaited him. The sun brightened everything. The trees, the flowers, and even the pond. A breeze of wind made the leaves in the trees rustle, and the fluffy snow colored clouds to move. The fallen pink pastel petals that had fallen from the tree swirled around almost resembling a small tornado and the same face, with a body appeared. Long night black hair with rose red streaks framed a light porcelin colored face. The same enchanting eyes glimmered in the light of the afternoon. The same cherry blossomed lips curved into a sweet caring smile, which added even more detail to the beauty before him. He stood up from the rock and approached the figure, in a trance like state, unable to ignore it. He stopped, merely inches away from her. His arm slowly moved from hanging limp at his side, to her face. His hand reached out to touch the flowing hair at the side of its face. The minute he did, her hair changed into blossom petals in his hand. As if teasing him, the face inched closer to his. Unable to resist he brought his closer as well. The moment he did, the rest of the body transformed into the petals, flying past him in the breeze, over the cliff.
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Leave me alone
And I know these voices in
My head are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix, I can't take it
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Continuing his wandering, the sun began to set. The once blue sky had seemed to be going through a metomorphosis stage, like it did daily. Instead of being the carefree bright blue, it became mixed. The lights and darks of various reds, oranges, and yellows. He looked across the pond, reflecting the shimmering colors of the sky. The mountains and trees behind it seemed to be enshadowed in blackness. His thoughts focused again on only what he desired. Distance had made the heart grow fonder. Time was the distance. Losing her once had made the addiction stop. Her returning and time away from her brought the addiction back. Was it because he needed her, or wanted her? He wasn't sure. Or perhaps, it was both. Thinking of her everyday, seeing her image on the back of his eye lids everytime he closed his eyes for even the slightest second, and even seeing her when his eyes were open. No matter what, he saw her. Always. Always testing him, always teasing him.
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Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time, then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
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His gaze averted from the opposite edge of the pond, to the edge he was standing by. There infront of him, beside his reflection, was another. The enchantress of his dreams. She wore simple monk robes, unique from the others. Black shorts and a shortsleeve orangey red shirt. Two twin bladed swords were placed in sheaths at her sides. The same eyes, the same hair, the same lips, graced the pale reflected face. His addiction. This time, it was different though. A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he felt its warmth on his shoulder. Was his addiction a need or a want? Perhaps both? Or maybe...his addiction was neither...perhaps it was something different...perhaps, it was love.
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Wow. I put alot more detail than I ever have in another piece of writing. Even a lot more thought. Like I said, I really think the song was perfect for this drabble. I'll post the next one up tomorrow. I really hope you enjoyed this one. So please, be kind, and review to this. Bye!
