fullmetalheart (fullmetalheart) wrote in my_second_self,

the second half

drown your hopes and drown your heart, to baptize a darker part...

Its strange to find a place..though it seems unoccupied. Where does one start? Its the mind's balance, its own immunity against one's nature. Its the cold conscious, the one that thinks straight usually with a pinch of a salt. I suppose in some twisted way it might be a form of pleasure. Aaaahh, I know.

I dream. I dream of a moment where my darker half visits me on a normal day. It asks my classmates where I can be found, and they ccan't seem to pin down what is fimilar about him. He loves these kinds of games, where he is in control and simply prodding the mind's of others. As long as he in control. The request for directions is unnecessary because he knows exactly where I am. He walks casually to meet me with a cold grin on his face. He catches me off-guard and afraid. Without him, I am defenseless and afraid. I know he's here for me. I stare into the darkness that conceals his face, and yet I see it so clearly. a mirror. I see each detail. and yet each one eludes me. I break as I stare into that darkness. And quickly bid my friends goodbye and beg some not to follow. I draw my strength from them. The little courage I can muster. and run. and run. and run. We are alone. An open field, just me and him. Blades are drawn, and we both know how its going to end. and yet we fight.
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