*Shadows fall across the street as the scene slowly revolves into nightfall, the shadow's lengthening as dim light breaks across the a scene of bloodshed* Breaths of pain escape my lips as my mind reels from the fight. I am slumped against the wall, the wall behind me stained crimson from my blood. Zionite's lie around me and The Authority joke amongst themselves as nothing had just happened, if it was only another sunday morning reading the paper. I stare into space as one of them lifts me off my feet and beats the dust from my jacket.I can feel the blood ceasing to flow and the pain starting to recede. The fight
today is done but another one always lies beyond the next door. Yet as I limp to the hardline, my mind feels sad and dismal the echoes of my pain still there. And the knowledge of the pain I caused there as well.
today is done but another one always lies beyond the next door. Yet as I limp to the hardline, my mind feels sad and dismal the echoes of my pain still there. And the knowledge of the pain I caused there as well.
"Summer has come and passed.....the innocent can never last....wake me up when september ends"
The music plays in the background as I walk into the bookstore, listening to the slight twinkling of bells. It feel's so calm in here, so unlike the harsh reality that exists in the outside world. "MR. Stevens....MR STEVENS....!!!!" The attendent comes up to me with the day's sales and a few books that someone
dropped for me. Seem's Hypatia left me with a couple of books to look over and enjoy. I look over them and find myself staring into another world, one of the past and present. Words flow across the pages as I read to myself in my study, history rushes by in a blur of black ink and I find myself listening to music once again...
" I walk a lonly road, the only one that I have ever known, and it's only me and I walk alone"
I find myself outside, my buisness in the bookstore done and the books Hypatia sent me have been sent safely to my home. I find myself watching the blues enjoying themselves and my heart sadden's at the loved ones that I lost to this war. My sister is gone, my fiance dead, and now my family no longer reconizes
me. I find myself distraught and saddened. And wishing to be asleep once more, wrapped in the warmf embrace of the machine's. So why do I could I do to do what is right. Aiyalla is a sweet memory, the only redpill that I ever loved, dissipeared into the back ground once more. Espi has dissipeared into the shadow's content to let them protect him as he forgets who he is, Authority seem not to care for the live's they take. What am I left with then but myself. And my hope.
"Wake me up when September Ends"
I can still hear the sad music even now in the background of my mind. A reminder of what we once had and now what we are left with.
A tear streaks down my face as I recall those memories.
To be cypherite is to long for what has come and gone.
To be cypherite is to wish to live in a world that doesn't exist.
To be cypherite is to follow your heart's desires.
To be cypherite is to long for what has come and gone.
To be cypherite is to wish to live in a world that doesn't exist.
To be cypherite is to follow your heart's desires.
I am cypherite.
And the blood shed will never end.
I hear gunfire in the distance and I know that I am being called.
To do what, I am unsure.
To do what, I am unsure.