AN: This was heavily inspired by a few posts I found on tumbr (wnq-writers and Words N Quotes are great sources of inspiration). Unfortunately I wasn't able to find the two posts this came from, and to be honest I'm a bit too tired to do a full on search. Just know some of this isn't mine (mostly everything that's in italics, past the first paragraph). Can be interpreted many different ways, but I did originally write this with a female Allen in mind.
Memories from the past have come to light. Precious seconds, hours, years that had fled my mind. Locked away in a gilded cage, the key lost along with its keeper. Only time worked away at it, the hinges rusted and weak, the lock cracked and warped. Enough pressure in the right places- lashes, bruises, and scars forming on the skin. A thief trying to pry the memories free, looking for treasure when there is nothing but heirlooms heavy with sentimental value. The long nights filled with relentless interrogation, blood, and disgust. The cage rattled and clanged, the bars giving beneath the weight. Enough blood on the bars let pieces slip through, cracked and shattered bones chipping away at the lock. Then, as the blood runs dry and the bones reach a point past healing, the cage bursts, the lock clatters to the ground. Memories flood an unconscious mind. And I wake as an entirely different being from before.
In a toxic fog of pain, delusion, and desperation I fight for freedom. Where did you go? I can't find you in this place, abandoned by God. No distinction between the blood bubbling from my own skin, and the nectar dribbling from the broken body of a stranger. Shouts, screams of fear and anger blend into a senseless melody. My hands move unbidden. I am a stranger in my own head, watching someone else pilot my broken and bloody body.
They will pay for hurting you. A voice, clearly not my own, bouncing around in my own head. Feelings of rage and pure blood lust washed over me. They blended with my fear- our fear, our grief, our pain- and danced a broken waltz across our conscience. We wept tears of bitter regret and love lost to the cruelties of the world. A love now bound by the physical form, two souls sharing a vessel made for one. Our hearts broke in tandem, the vibrations resounding across the void. Heavy and weightless. Painful yet precious.
A heavy shadow creeps in, dark and suffocating with promises of the end. We fight until our body no longer obeys and our strength slips away. A broken heap of flesh and bone. Can you hear the wind? Singing from within the walls, traversing the realms of dream and reality to lull you to sleep. It's aching, it's lonely.
A lullaby for you. For me.
Fall…
Trust in me, and you'll never be lost again.