We walk this street the three of us the "Chosen ones" one falls, the other rushes to him, her love will not get up and the brother has changed ot the dark side from the other's choices [Why must we suffer!?] his wings flap with white a brotherly spar this is not, the old days when we played now we clash blades, the old days when we argued, now we scream in anger and pain [I can't believe this!] we stare at each other and deliver the final blow hoping to die, a warrior without the will to go on a softend blade [End this event!] will is power, we stand again without noticing killing our emotions slowly not caring (Koga: i hate you so much! Zell: Whatever..) I walk now your enemy I wont stop even if our mother hates to us suffer this is life [No more talking its your move]
Comments- this is crap, I felt like crap, so its crap...
iShadowTheHedgehog · Fri Jul 20, 2007 @ 10:33am · 1 Comments |