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What will you do? In my heart I Know it is true That you’ve been sent To kill me But after all we went Through together I thought our friendship would last forever. I can’t understand Why they chose this way In this day and land. Why must it end like this? Will you aim true Or will your knife miss? Will you do as you’ve been told Or will you go onward With me, and watch it all unfold? They have sent, you My lover to put my blood on your blade. One minute you’re here, then off you’ve went I wish I knew If my theories are right I want to know what you will do. You wrap you arms around me And give me a gentle kiss. Will your blade set me free? Your lips upon mine Yet still I mistrust you Everything isn’t fne “So they’ve sent you.” I say to you, and you reply “It’s true” “Will you obey?” I ask you softly, you smile And say only “It’s okay” “I know” is all I can say “Then why do you ask?” Could I tell the truth? Or stay Silent, my tears unshed. “I’m afraid.” I answer as softly I’m not ready to join the dead “Don’t be.” You whisper, holding me tight “The choice rests with you,” my friend, my love “Didn’t it always, Allison?” Your voice is teasing, your words harsh I close my eyes, waiting for the moment When your blade will touch my heart. It doesn’t, your arms hold me close, And suddenly I know what you will start It is cruel of you to lead me on I wish that you would finish without Waiting for the morning dawn. I know well I will sleep And well I will not wake. I was never like them, never a sheep I faced everything, a warrior forever But you, my friend, you could stop My heart with a glance, and I never Want the moment with you to end. For an instant, nothing matters. For you, I’m willing ot pretend That everything will be alright I’ll play your game and Give you this one single night Acting like it was before Pretending that we’re still everything To each other, friends, companions, and more I will love you, even at the end But I’m still scared of death Of my heart, to wounded to mend. I accept what will come Even though I’m afraid Even though it seems dumb Of you, I will never be afraid Of death, perhaps, but not you Not even when my heart sheaths your blade “I love you.” My words a silent beg for you to finish “Always, I love you. Remember.” You whisper to me “I know. I will remember. I wish…”
Silvery Shadow 13 · Thu Jun 25, 2009 @ 04:02pm · 0 Comments |
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