Post by rapture ™ on Dec 28, 2007 22:23:58 GMT -5
I'm the voice inside your head that you refuse to hear,
I'm the face that you have to face,mirrored in your stare...
I'm the face that you have to face,
You can't outrun the darkness, just as you can't outrun your past. Both will always be there, right at your side. One hunts you while the other haunts you. Both possess their own versions of hell.
A black bird ruffled its feathers as it landed, the fluffy down capturing the warmth that rose from wrinkled skin. A black mass within the swirling white captured its eye. Releasing a raucous cry, the winged beast fluttered closer, tilting its head in curiosity. The black behemoth trudged through the powder with ease despite the fact that it came up to the creature's knees. The bird shook itself again. Crazy, that beast is.
He entered the desolate land with his head down and ears tucked against his thick neck, body bracing against the biting wind. Thick strands of hair tangled and danced, snapping like a whip against his hide, against skin that had long ago become numb. He didn't even startle when the hoarse cry of a raven fell dead in the night. Or was it day? He lifted his head to find neither ray of sun nor glow of moon. Damn snow, he thought, shivering, Canna' even tell the time of day in this bloody fluff.
Releasing a fogged snort into the night of day, the stallion halted. Chocolate eyes surveyed the land from behind a curtain of thick black hairs. Yes. This would be it. Home.
...I'm what's left, I'm what's right; I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down and bring you to your knees
I'm the hand that will take you down and bring you to your knees
