InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Take me away ❯ Take me away ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Take my heart away.
I don't want to feel anymore.
I'm tired of marching to the beat of your drum;
Afraid to speak aloud the pain in my chest.
I am my own will.
Damn the screaming in my mind;
My heart.
Let me breathe with mine own lungs.
Let me march to my own drum.
With a heart filled to bursting with pain;
I silently scream my rage.
Forced to imprison my heart to save others.
My raft built of sanity is sinking.
I'm trapped.
I'm drowning;
In a sea of salt and rage.
Silently committing suicide for the sake of others.
Letting it all bleed away;
Like blood in the water turning it red;
Where the sharks dwell.
The hue makes me think of the Red S ea.
The pieces of my broken heart;
Are bobbles on your table.
Your words of hate,
Are only drops in the sea that surrounds.
You fed on my pain like it was ambrosia.
As the lash built of your vile tongue strikes me.
From the skin of my back you made a coat.
As my blood hits the floor;
It makes a soft sound almost like the ticking of a clock.
My time is running out.
I can't withstand much more of your abuse.
I don't want to feel anymore.
I'm tired of marching to the beat of your drum;
Afraid to speak aloud the pain in my chest.
I am my own will.
Damn the screaming in my mind;
My heart.
Let me breathe with mine own lungs.
Let me march to my own drum.
With a heart filled to bursting with pain;
I silently scream my rage.
Forced to imprison my heart to save others.
My raft built of sanity is sinking.
I'm trapped.
I'm drowning;
In a sea of salt and rage.
Silently committing suicide for the sake of others.
Letting it all bleed away;
Like blood in the water turning it red;
Where the sharks dwell.
The hue makes me think of the Red S ea.
The pieces of my broken heart;
Are bobbles on your table.
Your words of hate,
Are only drops in the sea that surrounds.
You fed on my pain like it was ambrosia.
As the lash built of your vile tongue strikes me.
From the skin of my back you made a coat.
As my blood hits the floor;
It makes a soft sound almost like the ticking of a clock.
My time is running out.
I can't withstand much more of your abuse.