Post by Falcon on Apr 16, 2011 20:04:47 GMT -6
I had to get out..[/i]
Ok, door charge is fifteen dollars sir.
The house was driving me mad..
Thank you very much, sir. I hope you enjoy the show.
Well, not so much the house.. but I couldn't really escape myself, could I?
There's been plenty of times where I've wished I just had all the right answers to everyones questions. Where there was some magical phrase I could say and make everything right again.
There isn't.
Not for this.
Not for anything.
There's been times where I wished people would just listen. I'm not always right. But more often than not when I say something will happen, or something's going to turn out bad. I'm right. Doesn't always have to be immediately, or even that obvious.
I'm not some kind of prophet.
And I may seem like a bit of a know it all.
But answer this..
How often has not listening..
Ever worked out for you?
I hate to say I told you so. I don't want to be right. I want people to be happy, and fufilled in what they choose to do. I don't say things to annoy or meddle, any more than your parents did when they told you not to talk to strangers or look both ways when you cross the street. Am I wrong in wanting that? I don't think so. But I look around.. I see the majority.
What else is there?
What do I have left, when all that becomes pointless?
The opening band sucked.. well.. maybe that's a little harsh. They're... unpolished. Bunch of random guys playing whatever they wanted.[/i]
Man, that was terrible.
Looks like someone agreed with me...
That's my cousins band, asshole.
Still ****ty music..
Do they even practice? It was just noise to me..
Oh that's it asshole..
Some sort of scuffle ensued. I wasn't much paying attention.
Until they spilled my damn drink..[/i]
You want to know... Rob.. you want to know why I get up in the morning.. why I bother coming to work.. why I continue forward when I could easily walk away.. when I could throw what's left of my dignity to the wayside and surrender myself to hopeless obscurity... Why am I still here.. after all this time...?
I don't know.
God's honest truth, Rob. I used to think it was because I was an entertainer. That I felt whole by the roar of the crowd, seeing their excitement. But.. it was a temporary facade. Just a day to day ideal, nothing more.
I used to think it was because I loved the sport. The competition, the thrill. The challenge to defeat the man standing across from you, on any given night.
I used to think that when the lights went out in the arena, I could find something to take solace in. But my home is empty, the shadows of mistakes haunting my every step as I walk through the halls.
The void.. empty and dark..
You asked what I dreamt about...
Nothing.
You ask what I fight for...
Seemingly.. nothing..
What do I have to gain? What waits for me when the show is over...
Zelda? She's better off with Rob.
Serenity? She's better off in hell.
The World Title? Better off just handed to the winner of the Coliseum.
But I can't.. I just can't bring myself to do it. I know that if I really put my mind to it, I could just hand Rob this belt, and let him deal with the stigma of being the World Champion. But what's left of my pride won't let me. Not to mention he wouldn't exactly be too happy to do that. But none of that matters to me..
I can't find the strength to feel one way or another. To change where I am, or end it all. To find a way to forge ahead, or let it all slip away in despair.
Is that all emo-ish?
Maybe. But it's the truth.
You asked. I answered. It's that simple.
You should know Rob. That inside that ring.. my mind is off. And that's the truth. I don't get distracted by my real life problems in the ring. Whether it would damn or motivate me. If that wasn't true, I'd of killed Charlie. You know this..
I know you want a fight.. Rob..
And you'll get one..
The automaton Falcon that goes through the motions, always fighting on instinct and cunning.
But if you're expecting passion.. heart.. desire..
I don't know.. I don't think it's in me anymore.
You can try to save me from this hole..
Or just bury me in it..
I leave it up to you.
Oh.. ****.. sorr-
The guys apology was cut off by the other dude punching him in the face. He fell into me again, sending not only the rest of my drink onto the front of my shirt, but the glass ended up on the floor. I turned slowly to look at him.[/i]
You want some too bitch? I'll beat your ****in face in too.
Typical. Standard hard ass. You've seen the type. Bald, tatted up, chip on his shoulder the size of a Toyota. I didn't care. There was an uneasy silence.[/i]
Well?
What?
You're either going to buy me another drink, or beat my ass. Just make it quick, I don't have all day.
The first punch was to the jaw, nearly knocking me over. The wall stopped me, and his second punch connected solidly to my stomach. Now just wild swings either, this man had at least some semblance of what he was doing.[/i]
You had enough yet? Want some more tough guy?
Was that it? Because honestly I don't feel like my ass has been kicked yet.
You stupid ****er...
He kicked out at me. I think he was aiming at my knee, but he got me in the shin. His third punch was a right cross aimed at my temple, the knockout blow. It was ill timed, and only managed to make me stagger a bit against the wall.
Is that it?
You son of a bitch..
I thought you were gonna kick my ass.. now it just sounds like you're babbling like an idiot..
I will ****ing kill you!
He pulled a knife, some little switchblade. And I felt at that point.. the same thing I'd been feeling all night..
What're you waiting for?
The last few weeks in fact..
Do it..
Nothing...
What's the matter? Do you need your moms permission? DO IT!
Absolutely... nothing...
You.. you're ****in crazy man...
Security breaks up the.. 'fight'. They escort the man to the door, offer me apology after apology for my 'suffering', and try to make amends by offering me free stuff.
I didn't really care..
It's not that I want to die..
It's just that I don't seem to have the ability to care to live anymore.
What do you do..
When everything you've ever known is falling away from you.
And the only thing you have left.
Everyone wants to take away?
Yea.. It's sad...
Yea.. It's depressing.
What the **** do you want from me?
Nobody's forcing you to listen.
Don't like it? Want to shut me up..?
Make me..
I welcome it.
The only way I feel alive anymore..[/i]
Ok, door charge is fifteen dollars sir.
The house was driving me mad..
Thank you very much, sir. I hope you enjoy the show.
Well, not so much the house.. but I couldn't really escape myself, could I?
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawling
All I reach.. for you
[/center][/i]On these hands and knees I'm crawling
All I reach.. for you
There's been plenty of times where I've wished I just had all the right answers to everyones questions. Where there was some magical phrase I could say and make everything right again.
There isn't.
Not for this.
Not for anything.
There's been times where I wished people would just listen. I'm not always right. But more often than not when I say something will happen, or something's going to turn out bad. I'm right. Doesn't always have to be immediately, or even that obvious.
I'm not some kind of prophet.
And I may seem like a bit of a know it all.
But answer this..
How often has not listening..
Ever worked out for you?
I hate to say I told you so. I don't want to be right. I want people to be happy, and fufilled in what they choose to do. I don't say things to annoy or meddle, any more than your parents did when they told you not to talk to strangers or look both ways when you cross the street. Am I wrong in wanting that? I don't think so. But I look around.. I see the majority.
What else is there?
What do I have left, when all that becomes pointless?
I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
And all I need is you
[/center][/i]These iron bars can't hold my soul in
And all I need is you
The opening band sucked.. well.. maybe that's a little harsh. They're... unpolished. Bunch of random guys playing whatever they wanted.[/i]
Man, that was terrible.
Looks like someone agreed with me...
That's my cousins band, asshole.
Still ****ty music..
Do they even practice? It was just noise to me..
Oh that's it asshole..
Some sort of scuffle ensued. I wasn't much paying attention.
Until they spilled my damn drink..[/i]
Come, please I'm calling
And all I scream, for you
Hurry, I'm fallin
[/center][/i]And all I scream, for you
Hurry, I'm fallin
You want to know... Rob.. you want to know why I get up in the morning.. why I bother coming to work.. why I continue forward when I could easily walk away.. when I could throw what's left of my dignity to the wayside and surrender myself to hopeless obscurity... Why am I still here.. after all this time...?
I don't know.
God's honest truth, Rob. I used to think it was because I was an entertainer. That I felt whole by the roar of the crowd, seeing their excitement. But.. it was a temporary facade. Just a day to day ideal, nothing more.
I used to think it was because I loved the sport. The competition, the thrill. The challenge to defeat the man standing across from you, on any given night.
I used to think that when the lights went out in the arena, I could find something to take solace in. But my home is empty, the shadows of mistakes haunting my every step as I walk through the halls.
The void.. empty and dark..
You asked what I dreamt about...
Nothing.
You ask what I fight for...
Seemingly.. nothing..
What do I have to gain? What waits for me when the show is over...
Zelda? She's better off with Rob.
Serenity? She's better off in hell.
The World Title? Better off just handed to the winner of the Coliseum.
But I can't.. I just can't bring myself to do it. I know that if I really put my mind to it, I could just hand Rob this belt, and let him deal with the stigma of being the World Champion. But what's left of my pride won't let me. Not to mention he wouldn't exactly be too happy to do that. But none of that matters to me..
I can't find the strength to feel one way or another. To change where I am, or end it all. To find a way to forge ahead, or let it all slip away in despair.
Is that all emo-ish?
Maybe. But it's the truth.
You asked. I answered. It's that simple.
You should know Rob. That inside that ring.. my mind is off. And that's the truth. I don't get distracted by my real life problems in the ring. Whether it would damn or motivate me. If that wasn't true, I'd of killed Charlie. You know this..
I know you want a fight.. Rob..
And you'll get one..
The automaton Falcon that goes through the motions, always fighting on instinct and cunning.
But if you're expecting passion.. heart.. desire..
I don't know.. I don't think it's in me anymore.
You can try to save me from this hole..
Or just bury me in it..
I leave it up to you.
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
[/center][/i]To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Oh.. ****.. sorr-
The guys apology was cut off by the other dude punching him in the face. He fell into me again, sending not only the rest of my drink onto the front of my shirt, but the glass ended up on the floor. I turned slowly to look at him.[/i]
You want some too bitch? I'll beat your ****in face in too.
Typical. Standard hard ass. You've seen the type. Bald, tatted up, chip on his shoulder the size of a Toyota. I didn't care. There was an uneasy silence.[/i]
Well?
What?
You're either going to buy me another drink, or beat my ass. Just make it quick, I don't have all day.
The first punch was to the jaw, nearly knocking me over. The wall stopped me, and his second punch connected solidly to my stomach. Now just wild swings either, this man had at least some semblance of what he was doing.[/i]
You had enough yet? Want some more tough guy?
Was that it? Because honestly I don't feel like my ass has been kicked yet.
You stupid ****er...
He kicked out at me. I think he was aiming at my knee, but he got me in the shin. His third punch was a right cross aimed at my temple, the knockout blow. It was ill timed, and only managed to make me stagger a bit against the wall.
Is that it?
You son of a bitch..
I thought you were gonna kick my ass.. now it just sounds like you're babbling like an idiot..
I will ****ing kill you!
He pulled a knife, some little switchblade. And I felt at that point.. the same thing I'd been feeling all night..
What're you waiting for?
The last few weeks in fact..
Do it..
Nothing...
What's the matter? Do you need your moms permission? DO IT!
Absolutely... nothing...
You.. you're ****in crazy man...
Security breaks up the.. 'fight'. They escort the man to the door, offer me apology after apology for my 'suffering', and try to make amends by offering me free stuff.
I didn't really care..
It's not that I want to die..
It's just that I don't seem to have the ability to care to live anymore.
What do you do..
When everything you've ever known is falling away from you.
And the only thing you have left.
Everyone wants to take away?
Yea.. It's sad...
Yea.. It's depressing.
What the **** do you want from me?
Nobody's forcing you to listen.
Don't like it? Want to shut me up..?
Make me..
I welcome it.
The only way I feel alive anymore..[/i]
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth Savin me
[/center][/i]Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth Savin me