deltadrago89

There are times I feel mad, not mad as in angry, no, no, mad as in crazy. The unluckiest sort of that harsh word. Fury is present: if only just a tad. I hate him, or is he me? He is soft, weak, unworthy of my name; he forces me to hide. Why am I cursed with this side? He lost my touch some time ago, Oh where, oh where did I go? He is quite a scary lad, frightening to all who see. I cannot restrain my insanity inside the wavering fort surrounding my heart's core. I know he thinks me sad... Dear Lucy prefers him, so, I must show her all I know. She didn't listen, stupid child! I bet her tongue tastes mild... Especially the blood that'll be s

“Samuraaaaaaaai~KICK!” Phoenix jumped suddenly, sitting bolt upright in his chair. He should have been expecting it, really…Saturday morning, a little way into the Nickel Samurai show. It often woke him up at the frankly unnatural hour of 8:15, and he'd pull his pillow over his head and sleep in a while longer. But this time, he’d been there to see the opening credits. [Let’s see…] The lawyer picked up a wad of hastily stapled papers, and rubbed his eyes. Were these last week's, or last month's? At this time in the morning, any letters just merged into one big grey blur. But he'd had to get up not-so-bright an

Miles Edgeworth Trying to fight for what's right, Trying to fix what's wrong- Working case after case, Not sure if you're figting for the right side, Staying up all night long- Nothing left to fight but painful memories, Nothing left to protect but the law- Every courtroom reminds you Of what you witnessed, What you saw- I believe that everyone's guilty of something, And that's the reason I can never sleep at night- No matter how many chances are offered, I can never make things right- So I try to make up for my failiures and wrecks, And I try to put my mind at rest, But I can never tell myself I'll be alright, Because I kn

You want to end it? Think of this. You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table. You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade. And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight. Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up. Something to strangle you. Something to kill you. And you die. And that's the end, right? Wrong. So, so wrong.

The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17. You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes. You were beautiful. You were perfect. We overcame one obstacle after another. Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear. "You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time." "The way you tumble through the air was beautiful." "You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that." I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers. You were the friend I had been looking for in my life. She asked me to burn you. The cold, lifeles