Writing Things Because I can

Short Things Based on Songs

BLOOD//WATER

Sometimes... You just have to do it. No matter what. Knife in hand, you head off. You're not a hero anymore and you know it. This is cold-blooded, and cruel, and you wouldn't have done it if you had been in your right mind. If you hadn't been dying to do it for years, if it hadn't been eating away at you from the darkest parts of your soul...

"-------! What–"

And suddenly... you just can't bring yourself to do it. You can't. The knife slips from your hand and falls, lands, point stuck in the floor, still quivering. The world blurs..what was I doing??? Why... why would I do that– why- and the world fades to black.

 Everything Black

Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep, you're there. In that place in the back of my head, forgotten, full of cobwebs. Black as the darkest night, and evil. That place is where you appear. I don't know who you are, but I know you're there. You may just be a transparent body with no face and nothing to tell me anything about who you are, but I know I'lll meet you someday...And that'll be the day we rule the world, together. Go to Hell, together. Destroy Heaven, together. I don't know who you are, but you're there. So...Come meet me soon. Please. I'm losing my mind over you...!

Warriors

We ran through the woods, that one fateful day. Away from our old life and to a new one, though we didn't know it. We didn't know many things then. One of us was an angel, another a demon, and we knew nothing of it. We ran, ran on until we were exhausted, and then still more. When we tired, we sat, accepting that the only thing to come was death. But then...those two. They joined hands and told us to do the same. They saved us then, though we didn't know it. We held hands, yes, with the sounds of our pursuers closing in, and nothing happened. But only for a moment. Then a light shone from the ground between this circle of the five of us. A light in the shape of a five-pointed star within a circle, and a cross above it. And just as our pursuers ran into the clearing, we... disappeared. From that world and into another. A world of our imaginations. A world of limitless possibilities...and we never left that world. We're still there. To this day.

The Emperor's New Clothes

The crown was stolen from me seven years today. Hidden in secret, I have been planning. Heroes may be remembered, but legends will never die, and I plan on being a legend. I've sold my soul so many times now that I can't even keep count anymore. Imagine how surprised these demons will be when they see that they only get a fraction of my soul...They may rip it apart but at least my work here will be done. March to the castle, break the door, fly in on borrowed wings, living on borrowed time. Steal a stolen crown, take back what's mine. This I swear...I will do.