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@R-9 Pilot
Ayumu pulled the burning philter of his cigarette from his lips, exhaling slowly to the side. It made him seem reminiscent of a seething dragon, and his calm nature was tantamount to the stillness before a terrible storm. Grinding it into the rough surface of the roof tiles he scraped off the 'cherry' as though he were striking a match, sticking the remainder in his pocket. He took the Sageo cord normally tied neatly to his swords sheathe be tween his teeth freeing his hands and allowing them to fix the slipping sleeves; rolling them back up his arms. Blood trickled down his arms, dripping the wine red fluid down against the shingles where it was soaked up. It wasn't a lot of blood, but it was enough to account for his numerous scars. For like caterpillar's metamorphosis into a butterfly--his shirt went from stark white to a sanguinary hue.
His dark hair swayed as a passing breeze swept over him, around him. Still his presence remained unaltered; unwavering. He was neither kind nor malevolent yet somewhere in-between, on that fine line between the darkness and the light. He gave many the impression he was walking on a sword's edge, ready to fall one way or the other at any given moment. Conviction pulling him towards the light, despair dragging him to the depths of an eternal darkness. He then closed his eyes and spoke aloud.
"Did I give you permission to be out demon? No. Go back to your cage where you belong." He commanded fiercely, hand now clutching the sheathe just as his eyes were opening revealing a sobering gaze.
Just as he had willed it, the apparition ceased as had the bleeding. The blood on his flesh dissipating, leaving only his shirt stained a deep, vivid red. His eyes then softened back to their usual tired, nonchalant selves as he turned towards Elise.
"I have something for you," He said, fishing through his other pocket and fished out several folded up papers which he handed to her. " A poem, read it when you have the chance." He told her stepping by.
"I've got to go, Byakko is hungry-again, That damn spirit is incorrigible." Ayumu commented, scratching the back of his head. "It's a pain."
Ayumu pulled the burning philter of his cigarette from his lips, exhaling slowly to the side. It made him seem reminiscent of a seething dragon, and his calm nature was tantamount to the stillness before a terrible storm. Grinding it into the rough surface of the roof tiles he scraped off the 'cherry' as though he were striking a match, sticking the remainder in his pocket. He took the Sageo cord normally tied neatly to his swords sheathe be tween his teeth freeing his hands and allowing them to fix the slipping sleeves; rolling them back up his arms. Blood trickled down his arms, dripping the wine red fluid down against the shingles where it was soaked up. It wasn't a lot of blood, but it was enough to account for his numerous scars. For like caterpillar's metamorphosis into a butterfly--his shirt went from stark white to a sanguinary hue.
His dark hair swayed as a passing breeze swept over him, around him. Still his presence remained unaltered; unwavering. He was neither kind nor malevolent yet somewhere in-between, on that fine line between the darkness and the light. He gave many the impression he was walking on a sword's edge, ready to fall one way or the other at any given moment. Conviction pulling him towards the light, despair dragging him to the depths of an eternal darkness. He then closed his eyes and spoke aloud.
"Did I give you permission to be out demon? No. Go back to your cage where you belong." He commanded fiercely, hand now clutching the sheathe just as his eyes were opening revealing a sobering gaze.
Just as he had willed it, the apparition ceased as had the bleeding. The blood on his flesh dissipating, leaving only his shirt stained a deep, vivid red. His eyes then softened back to their usual tired, nonchalant selves as he turned towards Elise.
"I have something for you," He said, fishing through his other pocket and fished out several folded up papers which he handed to her. " A poem, read it when you have the chance." He told her stepping by.
"I've got to go, Byakko is hungry-again, That damn spirit is incorrigible." Ayumu commented, scratching the back of his head. "It's a pain."
I heard they found a way to no set place,
That they're way ahead and winning but there's no real race,
And they're feeding on the thrill of a chase,
When they'll never find a way to keep the pace.
I heard they found a way to build our dreams,
Can they engineer a world in which we hear no screams?
And I heard that they can make vaccines,
But our sick routine isn't keen to relieve.
I heard they found a way to see through walls,
Do they have the sight to see my scars?
And can they find a way to view who we are?
Or does such vision just exist in the far?
And can incisions ever fix all the vying that persists;
Can a needle cure the evil through the arm?
I'm told they have the means to travel to the stars,
But can't journey to the start of the savage in our hearts.
So if I'm ravaged and afraid,
Damaged and apart, tired of charades,
How can I clear the smoke that billows,
Wade through to cope and chisel out a life that's worthy and of praise?
They say tomorrow brings a brighter day,
But do they know about the sorrow that's beyond the fray?
Do they see all of the madness that man obeys,
And can they understand that sadness won't go away?
But it's okay because the truth is I'm feeling whole,
Feeling like the emptiness inside has found a home.
And I'm hopeful that my destiny is one of heights,
One in which the apathy in me no longer strikes,
And I wonder how this ending has come to pass,
When just yesterday was carefree and full of laughs.
But if there's certainty in anything it's what we have,
Is but impermanent because no thing will always last.
Yet still I can't help but question fate,
Can't shake the feeling that I hold the key to great escape.
And I feel in me a yearning that still endures,
A spirit wandering and eager now to find a cure.
Believe me this is pure essence,
Pure intention;
It goes beyond mere conversation and confession,
It's much too vague to formulate into expression,
But perhaps there's something greater that we've all been set in.
And this is not to say I know the way,
This is not to say attachment's been put away,
This is not to say my love for you's been held at bay,
And I don't possess or know a simple route to change.
But it is to say I hold you close,
And it is to say the love in me is more than most,
And it is to say your absence has left it's mark,
But I tell myself this plays within a bigger part.
Now you are not the only way to make me whole,
Know that I won't ever turn my heart to stone.
You are not the only way to make me whole,
And I won't ever turn my heart to stone.
This is not the only way to make me whole,
Know that I will never turn my heart to stone.
This is not the only way to make me whole,
and I will never turn my heart to stone.
I'm not without a spirit that can hold up to the torture,
Not without a will to stop the cycle that marauders,
Not without a mind to free the hate within my border,
And to cleanse the vessel into which my consciousness is ordered.
I'm not afraid of monsters that intimidate and taunt you,
Not afraid to challenge all the violence and slaughter,
The leviathans that haunt are hardly deadly out of water;
I'll find a way to offer the elixir of disorder.
So many trails have crossed the rivers forged from all our tears,
So many paths have left us all alone during these years,
So many that we've lost but I can feel their presence near;
I can see a road ahead that leads beyond the known frontier.
So lift yourself up slowly and rest your eyes upon me,
And let the sad and lonely float away and disappear,
And leave the guilt and shame and all the anger and the fear,
Lets trade it for the will to find a way to persevere.
How long can I surrender for?
How deep can my descending bore?
How long can I neglect me for?
How long is this confinement for?
How long can I arrest me for?
How long can I detain me for?
How long before I stray off course?
How long before all hope is lost?
How long can one survive among the horror,
Live among the demons that all seethe in darkened corners,
Cling to all the grief released in tidal waves upon you,
Proclaim it isn't fair, content to bear forever mourner.
This moment is in order,
Now let the waters pass,
Let the smoldered ash remain beside the olden past,
Leave it on behalf of those who crave to hear you laugh,
And walk among the living as you find a way to last.
How long can I survive this for?
How long can I abate this for?
How long can I remain this strong?
I'll find a way
That they're way ahead and winning but there's no real race,
And they're feeding on the thrill of a chase,
When they'll never find a way to keep the pace.
I heard they found a way to build our dreams,
Can they engineer a world in which we hear no screams?
And I heard that they can make vaccines,
But our sick routine isn't keen to relieve.
I heard they found a way to see through walls,
Do they have the sight to see my scars?
And can they find a way to view who we are?
Or does such vision just exist in the far?
And can incisions ever fix all the vying that persists;
Can a needle cure the evil through the arm?
I'm told they have the means to travel to the stars,
But can't journey to the start of the savage in our hearts.
So if I'm ravaged and afraid,
Damaged and apart, tired of charades,
How can I clear the smoke that billows,
Wade through to cope and chisel out a life that's worthy and of praise?
They say tomorrow brings a brighter day,
But do they know about the sorrow that's beyond the fray?
Do they see all of the madness that man obeys,
And can they understand that sadness won't go away?
But it's okay because the truth is I'm feeling whole,
Feeling like the emptiness inside has found a home.
And I'm hopeful that my destiny is one of heights,
One in which the apathy in me no longer strikes,
And I wonder how this ending has come to pass,
When just yesterday was carefree and full of laughs.
But if there's certainty in anything it's what we have,
Is but impermanent because no thing will always last.
Yet still I can't help but question fate,
Can't shake the feeling that I hold the key to great escape.
And I feel in me a yearning that still endures,
A spirit wandering and eager now to find a cure.
Believe me this is pure essence,
Pure intention;
It goes beyond mere conversation and confession,
It's much too vague to formulate into expression,
But perhaps there's something greater that we've all been set in.
And this is not to say I know the way,
This is not to say attachment's been put away,
This is not to say my love for you's been held at bay,
And I don't possess or know a simple route to change.
But it is to say I hold you close,
And it is to say the love in me is more than most,
And it is to say your absence has left it's mark,
But I tell myself this plays within a bigger part.
Now you are not the only way to make me whole,
Know that I won't ever turn my heart to stone.
You are not the only way to make me whole,
And I won't ever turn my heart to stone.
This is not the only way to make me whole,
Know that I will never turn my heart to stone.
This is not the only way to make me whole,
and I will never turn my heart to stone.
I'm not without a spirit that can hold up to the torture,
Not without a will to stop the cycle that marauders,
Not without a mind to free the hate within my border,
And to cleanse the vessel into which my consciousness is ordered.
I'm not afraid of monsters that intimidate and taunt you,
Not afraid to challenge all the violence and slaughter,
The leviathans that haunt are hardly deadly out of water;
I'll find a way to offer the elixir of disorder.
So many trails have crossed the rivers forged from all our tears,
So many paths have left us all alone during these years,
So many that we've lost but I can feel their presence near;
I can see a road ahead that leads beyond the known frontier.
So lift yourself up slowly and rest your eyes upon me,
And let the sad and lonely float away and disappear,
And leave the guilt and shame and all the anger and the fear,
Lets trade it for the will to find a way to persevere.
How long can I surrender for?
How deep can my descending bore?
How long can I neglect me for?
How long is this confinement for?
How long can I arrest me for?
How long can I detain me for?
How long before I stray off course?
How long before all hope is lost?
How long can one survive among the horror,
Live among the demons that all seethe in darkened corners,
Cling to all the grief released in tidal waves upon you,
Proclaim it isn't fair, content to bear forever mourner.
This moment is in order,
Now let the waters pass,
Let the smoldered ash remain beside the olden past,
Leave it on behalf of those who crave to hear you laugh,
And walk among the living as you find a way to last.
How long can I survive this for?
How long can I abate this for?
How long can I remain this strong?
I'll find a way