Her words rang true in his head. Like an echo never fading. The smoke from the cigarette filled his lungs. He continuously played the same key of the piano, he didn't know what key it was and it didn't matter. he stared at the wall. he remembered it all, her words, her face, her clothes, even her smell. He was afraid, not of death nor pain but of his feelings he couldn't control. He knew what she felt towards him, nothing. It has always been like this, him alone. he questions if he is a good person or an evil person, if he has done bad, if he deserves this. "Why?" keeps coming back to him, is this his future? To be alone. He can't understand
Look at me,
Judge me please,
Fear not my reaction,
For I fear not the truth,
I ask all of you,
Those who have rejected me.
Rejected me and excused yourself with a simple friendship,
I wish not to break this friendship,
Nor to hinder it,
but i wish to know,
I need to know,
What is wrong with me?
Your words tell me nothing,
Are you protecting me,
Are you protecting yourself?
Look at my face,
My body,
Shout the truth and let it be heard.
Am I monster?
If so,
Would you love a monster?
Would you comprehend the beauty that lies within the beast?
A Chant to an Angel by TheFatBasterdII, literature
Literature
A Chant to an Angel
Do not fear my sweet angel,
My paper heart,
Tho weak and malleable,
To stone and steel it may change,
If I wished it so.
Take your wings and fly,
To he who is truly meant for you,
I wish not to hold your wings,
I would still be here,
Arms open to my female Gabriel.
I cannot say that i wish not be with you and make you happy,
Nor can i say that being with you would make you happy,
I will respect your choice,
cherish your friendship,
And always wait for you to give me the Call of Duty,
For I will always stand by your side.
I knew a boy named johnny,
He wore a heavy heart,
Johnny is lonely boy
Always smiling always hurt
Johnny cannot stand the silence
He hates himself
She took his hand and stopped him
He wanted a way out
Johnny felt her warmth
He did not know what to do
His heart again torn
Could it be real
Or what is just his mind.
Johnny does not know his own heart
He hopes she does...