My strength is all I have
And my mental block is gone
I have regrets of my past
Some memories should last
My inability to pass over
My personality not sober
Why can I return to myself?
I hear Princeton calling to me
I hear his heart has ran dry
Like a faucet
Water drops doesn't it?
Princeton has no heart to give
His pieces scattered like Soul Edge
He doesn't like Time
Time has ravaged the proud warrior
I hear the fallen Prince's cries
He wishes to save his Daisy
His damage count in red
No signs of him in her thoughtful head
The screams echo in my halls
His screams of anguish
As the Prince cries
All hope dies
Is this what love is?
Cheap?
An excuse for the Reaper for come early and reap?
The fuck does love mean?
Why does everyone find their star?
He is lost in the abyss, in the dark
Princeton is a senior
Princeton is an artist
A dancer
A gamer
But I, TheRedRage, knows what he is
Broken
Shattered
Cold
Cynical
Alive in body
Dead in soul
I say he is weak
He holds to the false hope that the wolf will seek out her wounded lion
He cries, stresses, and screams for her
As far as he sees
Its not so reciprocated
Princeton will never return
I will keep him safe in Astral Chaos
In the Red Gates he once avoided
I, TheRedRage, will have my fun
Maybe seek out the other power
But now know Princeton is mine
Try to harm him now
I dare you
I AM THE FUCKING MALICE
I AM WHAT LAID BENEATH
YOU ARE READING
Trapped
HorrorWhen your mental block is lost and the one who held your sanity is lost to the ravages of time, what is left?
