+Promise+

Rated: PG-13

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Why do you search for a promise in the sky
when you can't see beyond your own eyes?
The words on the page don't mean a thing
to the people that preach from it.

The truth is confused by what we believe
and strong faiths are easily deceived.
Take his words and throw them back in his face
as if he didn't know what he wrote.

Take our example and be a fool
and prance around like you're totally cool
while you die inside from anger and hate
and you don't even know why.

Guilt and fear are your closest friends
and lies are going to be your end,
since you can't look past what we
have and haven't told you.

We think that we are right and strong
when we're actually completely wrong
but you can't figure it out because
you're blinded by what you can't see.

So die in a hole and rot in your grave
since you're nothing more than Satan's slave
and you can't free your soul
so you'll die without even trying.

Search for your promise again and again
and never find what you've been given.
Close off your mind and tell yourself
they don't know what they're saying.

Listen to us and we'll open the way
to heartache and pain every single day
since you're too afraid to find
the truth by yourself.

Let your mind rot with filth and dirt
from the lies that feed you nothing but hurt
and keep begging for more
because you refuse to know that you're wrong.

And we'll laugh at your damned disgrace
as you peel the skin from your face
because you picked the wrong side
of the fence after all.

Random One-Shot

He embraced her and she panicked.



It was the kind of embrace that caused the heart to drop into the stomach. It was a determined embrace, a solid frame holding a tired frame. It was the kind of embrace a soldier gives his wife and unborn child just before he leaves. It was the kind of embrace someone gives because they know there’s a chance it will be their last.



But he had made his decision and there was nothing she could do to stop him.



She knew this. When his arms wrapped around her she didn’t respond right away. The tears that streaked her face were not enough to convince him. Neither the shuddering of her shoulders nor her labored breathing could change his mind. He was going to leave. His mind was made up. Her pleas and pathetic sobs into his shoulder were for naught. Her nails desperately digging into the fabric of his jacket left temporary imprints that would disappear as soon as he would.



He stayed silent, fearing that any word that escaped his lips would either weaken his resolve or whisper empty promises to his beloved. So he stayed silent. The combat that raged outside of their room couldn’t compare to the war erupting inside of him. It all came down to a choice. Had he chosen what was right?



He let go. She didn’t. Maybe if she could hold him there just a little bit longer he would change his mind. Maybe he just couldn’t see how much she loved him. Maybe he would never know.



Gently, he lifted her hands off of him and they dropped to her sides, her head bowed toward the ground as more tears fell from her nose and chin, leaving small wet splashes on the floor. He lifted her face and kissed her on the forehead. He offered one last smile before he turned to leave.



This was it. The last time she would ever see him. The last time she would ever be able to touch him or listen to him. The last time they would ever be together. He didn’t care about her. Why else would he have chosen this fate?



He turned back toward her just as he reached the door and their eyes met for a long moment. I love you, they were saying to each other. I love you.