Title: Claimance
Description: Could this place be home?
Description: Could this place be home?
W Smack - January 12, 2008 04:21 PM (GMT)
I'm worried to think that all we had was truly nothing
I watch life as a bystander with silent tears on my cheeks
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
People come and go with no true meaning
Every day is a living hell knowing that you're making your own life
On the outside I'm soul-less, on the inside I'm dying
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
What now? Will I spend the rest of my life waiting on hopless dreams?
Why should I even care anymore? I know you don't.
I dream of the day when you won't haunt me
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
I'm trapped in an invisible boundary. I scream for help, but nobody turns
I try to ignore your ever-lasting presence, but you're always there in the back of my mind
My head tells my heart to shut-up and move on, but the tiny fragments are too small to heal
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
I finally see your face again and my heart jumps to my throat
Again I wait, gagged and bound by that invisible demon as my life passes by
Again you haunt me, now more than ever as you seek vengeance on my shattered remains
I wait . . . but nothing happens
The pieces left of my heart are scattered and soaked in tears and memories
The never-ending question of: “Why? Why me?” plagues me silently every day
I seek comfort and none comes
I wait . . . but nothing happens
I’m still alone – no matter how hard I try to pick up the pieces
No one will ever know the battle I fight every day
I watch you there – smiling and blurring by with the rest of the world
And I’m still here . . . waiting.
I watch life as a bystander with silent tears on my cheeks
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
People come and go with no true meaning
Every day is a living hell knowing that you're making your own life
On the outside I'm soul-less, on the inside I'm dying
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
What now? Will I spend the rest of my life waiting on hopless dreams?
Why should I even care anymore? I know you don't.
I dream of the day when you won't haunt me
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
I'm trapped in an invisible boundary. I scream for help, but nobody turns
I try to ignore your ever-lasting presence, but you're always there in the back of my mind
My head tells my heart to shut-up and move on, but the tiny fragments are too small to heal
I wait . . . but nothing happens.
I finally see your face again and my heart jumps to my throat
Again I wait, gagged and bound by that invisible demon as my life passes by
Again you haunt me, now more than ever as you seek vengeance on my shattered remains
I wait . . . but nothing happens
The pieces left of my heart are scattered and soaked in tears and memories
The never-ending question of: “Why? Why me?” plagues me silently every day
I seek comfort and none comes
I wait . . . but nothing happens
I’m still alone – no matter how hard I try to pick up the pieces
No one will ever know the battle I fight every day
I watch you there – smiling and blurring by with the rest of the world
And I’m still here . . . waiting.
A lone, spotted stallion appeared on the horizon of the lands. To most eyes, he seemed like a normal enough equine. He was average sized with slightly feathered hooves and a large torso. However, if one looked closer they would see that this stallion had a different air about him. The breeze brushed past the brute, and made his tresses sway rythmically. His white mane rushed away from his face and revealed a clear, broad blaze and two dark, empty occuli. His eyes searched the empty land, but showed no emotion. Emotion was too much for the stallion - he had long since given up on feeling anything but emptiness.
The lands were suitable enough - sure. A pleasant place, really. Enough room and food and shelter. A perfect little hideaway. But it reminded the stallion of his old home, and he had to rip his eyes away from the horizon where the sun was just beginning to shine it's first rays upon the earth. He stared pointedly at his peach-colored hooves and furrowed his brow in thought. Could he make a life here? He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to move on, but he would have to try.
He glanced up again, his eyes watery, but no tears fell from his gray-blue eyes. Again he scanned the terrain. Yes, this would be suitable enough. He walked forward with an even pace and began to tour the lands. Small, bubbling streams flowed around him and he watched the water silently. He had always been fascinated by water - but he couldn't explain why. He walked into it and let the current run around his four, sturdy pistons. He closed his eyes and imagined his future here.
He /wanted/ a family. He /wanted/ to move on. But could he? Would any mare be willing to give up their alliances for him? He doubted it. He had already learned his lessons about that sort of thing. "Well, it's worth a shot," he muttered to himself. But was it? He knew that these lands were unclaimed, so he was going to take that last glimpse of life he had left in him and make this place a home.
He reared upon his strong, rear legs and kicked his front to pistons in the air. Water sprayed and made tiny rainbows in the gleaming sun. He whinnied in claimance, but it was not a call from his heart, so it did not carry far. When he landed with a spash, he made his way out of the stream and layed down in the soft, inviting grass.
Well, here goes nothing . . .