she was like one of the warriors they told me about
a demon, a goddess, an exiled monster
everyone that knew her warned me away
but I never listened
they said she worked for beasts
silent scumbags that went unseen
they were chaotic, and their ruler
had gone mad with power
she said she was forced into it a long time ago
and I couldn't leave her after that
she was always fierce and she was always so cold
but I loved her anyway
one day or another she turned to me
after weeks of being on edge for no reason
she said 'I don't know how to feel' and turned,
vanishing into the night
I waited for hours and I set out to follow
she certainly didn't want to be found
so I returned home and waited for morning
in the hopes that I'd see her again
when I saw her again she was heavily scarred
her clothes were all torn and her lips had been marred
she tried for a smile and said once again
'I don't know how to feel'
she told me her name wasn't really her name
snd hideous things that she'd done in the past
who she had murdered and who she had maimed
she told me I wouldn't be the last
her hand, it was quick, and her dagger was sharp
a rarity, gold and ornate
my blood spat forth and stop did my heart
too late to confess, much too late
I still hear her voice now, soft in my head
saying she loved me as my life slipped away
she thought I would hate her; I didn't, I couldn't
I'll wait for her in Hell, and love her the same
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I guess this was written from the point of view of someone Sax used to know.
It's been a long time since he's been to this place. Every time he comes back, he's reminded of why he left in the first place all those years ago. It wasn't running away - not so cliché as that - but rather, leaving unexpectedly. His mother and stepfather were furious at the time, but they never understood why he left. They didn't understand that it was their fault, that they'd driven him out. He was eighteen at the time, just out of school, going into university to study English, become a teacher. He could have done it, too, if he'd only stayed at home. But he didn't. And that only made him more bitter as the weeks went by without the comfort of home.
more writing, rated m as usual. I'm on some kind of late-night roll here, man, can't help it. I feel like I'm spamming, but...oh well.
m, guys. there's some weird implied shit here.
...yup, this is a weird one. seriously. you probably shouldn't read this.
you've been warned.
...really. if you're on 'BUT THINK OF THE CHILDREN!' island, stay out.
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hey! kid! you wanna earn a dime?
stroll up to that chick an' put her face outta line
she won't bite nor bark, she's thin as a bird
an' her voice is too weak to be heard
you like games, boy? I'll show you
the games I played when I was young
it's a little bit gritty, and painful, too
shut your eyes and bite down on your tongue
three weeks since I last saw your face
did she say she'd go far this time?
a wild night out can twist your mind outta place
you'd be better off with me inside
hey, boy, you're getting older
and the nights are growing colder
promise you won't tell them what I did?
I'd hate to have to hurt you, kid
Open for anyone to join~ 