Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on May 6, 2008 13:37:52 GMT -5
i can't escape myself
The new moon shone its dark light over the waterfalls that had never been home to anyone. No one, that is, except for her.
She was a jet black she-cat, blending into the darkness of the night perfectly. All that betrayed her presence were her gleaming violet eyes, as cold as the waters of the river. She'd come here for solace, peace, silence, and had found none.
so many times i've lied
Eclipse had long since given up on others. She'd lived in the vicinity of her cousin and her family for a time, but the kits Violetlight had borne had served no purpose other than to plunge her deeper into her self-imposed darkness. It was the blackness into which she'd been born, and into the blackness she would always return, no matter what she did or said.
but there's still rage inside
It was a lovely blackness for Eclipse, composed of anger, hate, misery, rage, despair, and fear. Anyone else would've been repulsed by that deadliest of combinations, but Eclipse found it comforting. She needed the darkness, and it needed her. With it, Eclipse didn't have to feel anything, didn't have to be anything but a feline made of cold stone.
somebody get me through this nightmare
Occasionally, she found herself wishing for company, for someone to reach out and pull her out from the blackness. Now Eclipse found such wishes foolish, befitting a kit rather than an adult like herself. It was the darkness that had been her only friend all these months, since her mother had killed herself and her siblings had left her to foolishly try to find their father. She didn't need the falsehoods of friends or family; they would only hurt her later.
i can't control myself
Yes. There is nothing but darkness in this life, Eclipse found one half herself thinking bitterly. Another half, one that was drowned in that hated light, spoke up. There's more to that! There's friendship, and the sun! But Eclipse quickly squelched that voice, choosing to listen to the first. It was her guide, her friend.
And it was to the blackness she would always return. Always.
so what if you can see the darkest side of me?
Eclipse smiled thinly as she spotted a rodent scurrying to the safety of its burrow. Her eyes sparkled with something that screamed psychosis. It was an intruder on her silence, her solitude, her night of darkness. With scarcely a sound, she snuck up on the rodent and killed it.
Well, killed would be putting it mildly.
no one will ever change this animal i have become
Eclipse slaughtered the poor creature. Ripped it, shredded it until there was nothing left of the animal save a pool of blood and shreds and scraps of its body. Blood dripped from her maw and claws, and a mad light sparkled in her violet eyes. It was gone. The night was silent once more.
help me believe it's not the real me
Eclipse hadn't always been this mad, mind. Once, she'd been rather nice, if cold and distant. As time had gone on, she'd grown fond of the darkness and silence, pushed to her limits by the punishing visions of the past she'd always had, but once, she'd been better. Sane, even. Certainly not this blood-driven, madness-ridden denizen of the darkness.
But now she was beyond help. Now she was darkness, pure and simple. And how simple it was.
somebody help me tame this animal
The new moon shone its dark light over the waterfalls that had never been home to anyone. No one, that is, except for her.
She was a jet black she-cat, blending into the darkness of the night perfectly. All that betrayed her presence were her gleaming violet eyes, as cold as the waters of the river. She'd come here for solace, peace, silence, and had found none.
so many times i've lied
Eclipse had long since given up on others. She'd lived in the vicinity of her cousin and her family for a time, but the kits Violetlight had borne had served no purpose other than to plunge her deeper into her self-imposed darkness. It was the blackness into which she'd been born, and into the blackness she would always return, no matter what she did or said.
but there's still rage inside
It was a lovely blackness for Eclipse, composed of anger, hate, misery, rage, despair, and fear. Anyone else would've been repulsed by that deadliest of combinations, but Eclipse found it comforting. She needed the darkness, and it needed her. With it, Eclipse didn't have to feel anything, didn't have to be anything but a feline made of cold stone.
somebody get me through this nightmare
Occasionally, she found herself wishing for company, for someone to reach out and pull her out from the blackness. Now Eclipse found such wishes foolish, befitting a kit rather than an adult like herself. It was the darkness that had been her only friend all these months, since her mother had killed herself and her siblings had left her to foolishly try to find their father. She didn't need the falsehoods of friends or family; they would only hurt her later.
i can't control myself
Yes. There is nothing but darkness in this life, Eclipse found one half herself thinking bitterly. Another half, one that was drowned in that hated light, spoke up. There's more to that! There's friendship, and the sun! But Eclipse quickly squelched that voice, choosing to listen to the first. It was her guide, her friend.
And it was to the blackness she would always return. Always.
so what if you can see the darkest side of me?
Eclipse smiled thinly as she spotted a rodent scurrying to the safety of its burrow. Her eyes sparkled with something that screamed psychosis. It was an intruder on her silence, her solitude, her night of darkness. With scarcely a sound, she snuck up on the rodent and killed it.
Well, killed would be putting it mildly.
no one will ever change this animal i have become
Eclipse slaughtered the poor creature. Ripped it, shredded it until there was nothing left of the animal save a pool of blood and shreds and scraps of its body. Blood dripped from her maw and claws, and a mad light sparkled in her violet eyes. It was gone. The night was silent once more.
help me believe it's not the real me
Eclipse hadn't always been this mad, mind. Once, she'd been rather nice, if cold and distant. As time had gone on, she'd grown fond of the darkness and silence, pushed to her limits by the punishing visions of the past she'd always had, but once, she'd been better. Sane, even. Certainly not this blood-driven, madness-ridden denizen of the darkness.
But now she was beyond help. Now she was darkness, pure and simple. And how simple it was.
somebody help me tame this animal