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Necro-Knight -> Crimson Poetry (2/25/2013 21:00:22)
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They say I am full of strength and wise words, though I have no experience to have earned it.
I have always sensed the hurt in a stranger's voice; I feel the urge like a hero to aid them
I try my best and usually taste victory as they smile…
But with the one being closest to me, I try to give her the best
My words are of the finest gold, trimmed in platinum and warm love
I see her eyes glow when I tell her I love her, when I hold her in my arms...
Strangers bring me their demons, and I fight them without a second thought.
A wise but humorous word, a compassionate and comforting tone.
I even know when to call a retreat, when simple company is all a person can need to last the fight...
But with her...everything goes wrong; the battle is bloody and I do not recognize my enemy.
Unlike with the strangers, who’s demons are all different but the same, this one is my own.
Why, I ponder, is this so different?
My armor is useless, the claws find every gap and slice without mercy.
My cry of defiance echoes as I try and try...
Sometimes I get a victory and push the demon back, but my own darkness and mistakes fuel it back to health...
I cannot hide what I see when I look in the pools of my own blood...
I see her face, her silky-smooth features, her chocolate hair... A girl worth dying for 100 times over.
My body is broken, my heart is being worn to its core, all for her...
But I can never stop, I can never submit to this demon, this thing that has spawned from my own love…
Why? Because this monster is between me and a girl who doesn’t just love me...she needs me.
I know she needs me, she’s told me so many a time, and she also tells me I don’t need to fight.
She tells me to stop, that the fight isn’t needed, that her love will never fade.
I hear the truth in her words, they ring clearly, but still I fight on, earning scar after scar.
Why do I fight? Why is this so hard? Why can I not slay my own demon, when everyone elses falls to my blade?
Why do I fail…?
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