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by Angelica ************************** See the stone set in your eyesSee the thorn twist in your sideI wait for youSleight of hand and twist of fateOn a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I
wait....without you ****************************** I look into her eyes and see the frozen oceans.
I hold my breath as the angel stirs. My feet seem to be frozen to the muddy
ground as she slowly approaches my shivering form. As I get a closer view of
her eyes, I notice subtle changes. Could it be? Could this angel without wings
sense it hanging in the air? The ice is melting, the oceans awake. Suddenly
I can feel her looking at me with amazement. She stands like a deer in caught
in headlights. Frozen yet wondering. I imagine her thoughts wondering how to
get rid as quick as possibly of this gawking fool. I know she could kill me without breaking a
sweat but still I remain watching. Precious seconds slip thru my fingers as
sand. I try to hold it but I miserably fail. My thoughts are going 200 miles
per second, yet I stand and watch. How could I think a being as perfect as her
would notice me. I feel the pull of their warning cries, yet they cannot grasp
me away. As the frozen sky, after wondering for seemingly hours on the subject
of color, I decide. I can see the frozen sky in her eyes, I want to see it melt
again, to see the stars dancing at their horizons becomes my new mission. My
mission started out as search and destroy, maybe I am softhearted and taking
the world down in my fall. I cannot help it; strangely enough, I would rather
kill everything with my own bare hands then harm her. I question myself on the
subject: how stupid can one man be? Considering I just shattered the only
chance of saving the world from the worst foe ever existing, pretty stupid. I
risk it all for a woman who I saw once, never spoke to and was created to
destroy my best friend and everything in his wake. I have no choice. I am
drowning either way. I feel like I am drowning in this strange feeling, I feel
that destroying her will bring me a fate to evil to even think about. Who am I
kidding, god I just sacrificed millions of lives for a being born for
destruction, programmed to kill. My throat tightens as I feel despair coming
on. Disgusted with myself I turn and run. My heart flutters and my head starts to spin,
she spoke! The angelic creature spoke to me. Turning around again I can see her
slender face up close, the longer I look the more I want to protect and love
her…. Oh my god this cant be happening. For gods sake I want this women to be
the mother of my children…. A movement pulls me back to reality. Her frail lips
form only one word but her face says all to me ‘ Why?’ My screaming friend
brings us back to this harsh reality. I
take her hand and pull her along running for our lives; we make our way among
the trees. I suddenly realized she had made her choice. She had chosen escape
and Fighting for freedom, even if it takes every
ounce of my being escape we shall. My programming is flawed! My mind keeps telling
me to reduce this midget to ashes. Unconsciously my hand drops back. It’s no
use these errors keep preventing me. A notion slips in my thoughts; the orange
clad one held the power to destroy me. Me the one build to destroy this world.
God! What’s happening to me? Why do I feel like my blood is running cold? Without
reason the bug takes over again. I can feel my eyes zooming in on those large
puppy eyes he possesses. Confusion….I am scared. What! I’m a fucking cyborg.
Emotions are for the weak. Oh NO! It’s spreading. I am trying to elevate, run
away or blast this strange man to the next dimension nothing.. It has to be a
malfunction. My feet are frozen to the ground. Those haunting eyes, I can see
compassion and something else in them. Why? This small word keeps coming back
to me. Why would he risk his entire world for me? A soulless machine made for
destruction. He probably just threw millions of lives away, for me? I still can’t move, I stand tall and keep
looking at those eyes. I can’t care. Can I? Maybe this is what that bastard
Gero meant with emotions. No it can’t be. I am a machine, not a human. It’s
simply not possible is it? It’s as if I am outside of my body. Whatever I do I
keep coming back to him? That strange boy keeps yelling at us to get out
of here. I know he’s there and screaming but I cant hear or see him my entire
world seems to have stopped with him the bald one. Hmm I wonder…why does he
have dose strange dots on his face? What?..What the hell am I doing? I don’t
have time for this. I have to get 16 and him out of here. Again he slips into
my thoughts. My eyes become as wide as saucers at my own thoughts. Could it be
he would like me? Or for that matter do I feel? No I am soulless am I? Finally the spell breaks as he takes my hand
and drags me along. It’s no use. Death already pollutes the air. |