Fan Fiction ❯ Martyr ❯ One-Shot
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By: Dark Illusions 
This is a song I wrote for the band, it's called 'Martyr'. I've hit depression really hard again.. and sometimes I feel like I won't be able to hold on much longer. Everytime I write a new song.. I always wonder.. "Is this going to be my last writing before I die?"
*Sigh.* ..Read and review, please. I guess.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Fantasy / Drama / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.24.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 247 | Visits: 587 | Status: Completed
This is a song I wrote for the band, it's called 'Martyr'. I've hit depression really hard again.. and sometimes I feel like I won't be able to hold on much longer. Everytime I write a new song.. I always wonder.. "Is this going to be my last writing before I die?"
*Sigh.* ..Read and review, please. I guess.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Fantasy / Drama / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 01.24.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 247 | Visits: 587 | Status: Completed
There's not a word to explain me.
No one knows,
no one cares.
Hate and pain are my organs.
Depression and tears are my life.
My guardian angel has long died,
and my conscious has faded.
On the outside I keep a grin,
on the inside I hold my tears.
I hold my fears, and I hold my eternal hell.
I'm completely misunderstood.
I've been misued,
abused,
and torn apart.
Oh God,
please hold me.
Because I keep falling and falling.
And my tears are filling an eternal river.
In which I drown in.
Just nail me to a cross,
because I've become a martyr.
I have sought to find someone,
the one who could help me.
Because the hole I'm digged in,
needs two to get out of it.
But time stops for no one,
and I'm being covered by dirt.
I'm dieing now,
and I'm feeling my grip slide.
One more punch to my gut,
will make me rip inside.
I see both the light and the dark,
I'm a crossbreed between both.
I represent the good,
yet I represent the evil.
My eyes are shedding blood,
and my wounds are dripping tears.
One of my wings have been ripped,
my halo fallen.
My eyes fall on both sexes,
awaiting the one who approachs.
Please,
be the one to love me.
Be the one to help me outta this hole.
And be the one,
to make me be myself,
once again.
Will you help me?
No one knows,
no one cares.
Hate and pain are my organs.
Depression and tears are my life.
My guardian angel has long died,
and my conscious has faded.
On the outside I keep a grin,
on the inside I hold my tears.
I hold my fears, and I hold my eternal hell.
I'm completely misunderstood.
I've been misued,
abused,
and torn apart.
Oh God,
please hold me.
Because I keep falling and falling.
And my tears are filling an eternal river.
In which I drown in.
Just nail me to a cross,
because I've become a martyr.
I have sought to find someone,
the one who could help me.
Because the hole I'm digged in,
needs two to get out of it.
But time stops for no one,
and I'm being covered by dirt.
I'm dieing now,
and I'm feeling my grip slide.
One more punch to my gut,
will make me rip inside.
I see both the light and the dark,
I'm a crossbreed between both.
I represent the good,
yet I represent the evil.
My eyes are shedding blood,
and my wounds are dripping tears.
One of my wings have been ripped,
my halo fallen.
My eyes fall on both sexes,
awaiting the one who approachs.
Please,
be the one to love me.
Be the one to help me outta this hole.
And be the one,
to make me be myself,
once again.
Will you help me?