Post by Red on Jul 28, 2010 20:43:22 GMT -8
Red sat in a quiet corner at cutters. quietly, surrounded by the contents of a chest, big enough to keep a small adult in. Wings and all.
Blankets scattered about. Toys. Discarded things. Hers. Her Sons. A clutter and collection of emotions, all in the box.
I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need is behind every door
Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change
Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all
The feeling sometimes, wishing you were someone else
Quietly, ever so quietly, fingers trailed over things. These were the private moments. The ones no one in her house of any rank could afford to show.
A lock of white hair, soft still as the day it was cut. The blanket she’d swaddled him in.
His brothers dark hair with it, joined by their sisters. Each tied it it’s own colored ribbon.
Feeling as though you never belong
This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy
I truly understand, Please, don't cry now
They didn’t understand that she couldn’t explain it all. Not that she didn’t want to. But that she couldn’t.
She wanted to tell hem all, to hold them all whenever they hurt. To help them, to show them the way. She’d felt that way too..
But it came down to age and experience and knowing that sometimes fate is readable..
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion trying to change you
Please don't go, I want you to stay
She couldn’t tell them anything more than she had. She’d drawn to her limit.
Damn Pan for pushing her further.
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion trying to change you
Better they blamed her.
Being like you are
Well this is something else, who would comprehend?
But some that do, lay claim that
Divine purpose blesses them
That's not what I believe and it doesn't matter anyway
A part of your soul ties you to the next world
Or maybe to the last but I'm still not sure
What I do know is, to us the world is different
As we are to the world but, I guess you would know that ......
Better they blamed her, better that the mask be hers.
Looking in the mirror right now might change things to drastically..
Her fingers ran over the antique silver mirror, where in lipstick had been traced a face with a wide mouth and clipped ears..
The Dreaming would force it all to come out in the end...
The truth would come. And it would destroy some, lift others, and change them all forever...
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion trying to change you
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate for all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion trying to change you.....
They're choices would change fate, and Fate would chage them..
There was no choice..