My ship went down in a sea of sound when I woke up alone I had everything
A handful of moments I wished I could change and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade
In a city of fools I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane
A handful of moments I wished I could change but I was carried away
Give me
Therapy I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me and you can keep all your misery
My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd I think that keeping this up could be dangerous
I'm flesh and bone I'm a rolling stone and the experts say I'm delirious
Therapy I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me and you can take back your misery
Arrogant boy love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you
Arrogant boy cause a scene like you're supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains
Give me
Therapy I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me and you can take back your misery
Therapy I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me and you can choke on your misery
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The song ends on a low guitar strum through my practically dead earphones from my even more dead and long since deemed ancient iPod. It was a golden green colour that shimmered under the fluorescent lights of my current dwelling place.
London. England. In my time on this earth I have been basically everywhere a person a physically go. That also includes trips to the moon and other interstellar joyrides thanks to Virgin Galactic eventually succeeding all those years ago; it's a common holiday trip to the masses now. I spent my years travelling, a nomad, lost without love. I feel the ever present burn of a hot knife twist through my heart and take in a deep breath as if to cool it.
My life had started as a good one. An amazing family, even including my adopted brothers' girlfriend, a beautiful home, an awesome job and him. The knife twists again and I feel water in my eyes. I close them now to see the image that had haunted me throughout my life. Those shining eyes of gold and emerald, that caramel skin, thin but defined body and that god damn raised eyebrow along with the signature smirk. The glitter and the sweet scent of burned sugar. The ever changing apartment, the cat that was way too small to be cat. The wars we fought side by side. The marriages, the one birth in which he saved my sisters life. The canary yellow bed spread. The hot breath on my lips. The touch of his perfect hands. The beat of his magnificent heart. The earth shattering last words.
Aku cinta kamu.
I brake. The tears flood from me. It feels like the rapture or something. Maybe the world would finally drown in my tears like Atlantis did in the old myths. I lost him. The best thing in my life. The only person I ever loved with every fibre of my being. I lost him. I lost them all.
The first to go was Simon Lewis. Damn mundane. I could still see, clear as day, the moment he shot the skylight and saved us all from the greater demon, granted, I was dying at the time, but still, merit to him. When I was 21, no longer living at the institute, leading my own life with my only love but still fighting the good fight, my sister fell pregnant. The pregnancy was hard on her, purely because she hated sitting around and not fighting. How we used to tease her. Anyway, she had the baby with some complications, my love saved her life. Yet another life I owe him. She was happy for a while. Until a horde of rogue vampires, broken free of their oaths, attacked a group of us one night. They had eyes on one target only it seemed. Simon Lewis. Mundane, turned vampire, turned daylighter, turned mundane, turned one of us. There were so many and we just couldn't hold them back. We eventually broke free and ran. But before we reached the institute one of the vamps had broken ranks, followed us. We piled into the doors with Izzy screaming frantically, still in the first few months of new motherhood. We scrambled inside but we were too slow. The vampire pulled Simon back outside into the cold wind of midwinter and ripped his heart from his chest. In all my life, I had never seen that before. It happened in slow motion. Like it wasn't real. It only became real when the vamp drained the heart of any blood and dropped Simon's lifeless body onto the front steps. Izzy wept for days. There is no sound worse than the weeping of a mother for her beloved.
Life went on after that. Izzys little girl, Rebecca Isabelle, grew up so fast. And soon she had company. In the form of two complete monsters by the names of Tessa Jocelyn and Stephen Alexander. Twins. Nightmares. Whatever floats your boat really. Red haired and golden eyed. Deadly and damn right obnoxious. With an occasional softer side. They mirrored their parents with ease. The perfect little family. Everything was as perfect as it could get. So, naturally, that's when everything went to hell in a hand basket.
It had been many years, 6 years in fact, I was now 23 years old. It had been a long time anyway, since any of us had heard from dear old Asmodeus, the dear old prince of hell, demon of lust and all that shebang. But he had finally caught a hint that his prize, Simon Lewis, had been killed. He came to my love in a dream. He told him of Simons sacrifice and how we had cheated it. Mr Lust never found out Simon had re-joined our world. Death tells all secrets I guess. But let's just say he wasn't too happy. And when daddy isn't happy, no one is.