Claimers: Mine. All mine.

Title & Lyrics: Belly own the lines from "Every Word" and "Full Moon, Empty Heart".

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leave me alone to say goodbye?

Say goodbye?

How can I make my peace with her in seconds, minutes or even hours?

Years, centuries, millennia, perhaps.

 

I look down at my useless hands, and clench them.

My blue skin crunches in the freezing temperature.

 

I could boil the seas with these hands.

I could decapitate millions.

Sear the entire population with a thought and wave of these hands.

But here, when it mattered, my power meant nothing.

 

What sort of power is that?

 

I pick her body up and lay it on the bed.

I try and memorise what I can of her.

The colour of her hair, the way it falls, her skin tone.

How she looks so peaceful... now she's... the blood on her neck, her blue lips, her stillness.

 

I know I'm always going to remember her like this.

Not the way I should.

Not laughing, or being silly, or blushing when I tell her how wonderful she is.

I won't remember her holding me close, or the feel of her lips against mine.

I won't remember looking into her eyes and seeing them smile back into my own.

This; this is what I'll always have with me.

Her like this. Dead.

 

If I'd stayed when she asked me.

If we'd spoken instead of me leaving, then this would not have happened.

She'd still be here.

Perhaps this event was inevitable, but... what if it wasn't?

What if I was the catalyst, the person who finally pushed her that little bit too far?

 

I stop those thoughts, quickly.

 

'Dizzy...'

 

The rest of my words catch in my throat as I say her name.

 

I sit down on the bed, and lay my head on her chest.

My arms hold her cold body.

 

And I feel alone.

I feel so incredibly alone.

A vital part of me is being cut out; slowly and painfully.

I can feel every incision and wrench.

 

I look at her face, and kiss her lips, her chin, then... I just rest my head against hers.

My tears have stopped now, because what good are they doing?

They're useless, like me.

 

'Dizzy...'

 

Again, I can't continue.

Her name leaves my lips and falls to the floor, heavy with grief.

 

I stand up quickly, because... I'm losing... control.

It's slipping through my fingers.

I can almost see it leaving me.

 

My hands go to my face, covering it.

My personal shroud.

But I can't hide.

 

I stumble back into the wall, and fall into the bars, barely keeping myself up.

A scream echoes through the cells and I realise. It's mine.

 

Then flames consume the cell as I spread my arms and torch everything before me.

Everything except us.

 

Rage begins to take handfuls out of my soul.

The flames grow and I watch the bars begin to melt.

Electricity crackles in the air, and someone calls my name out.

 

But I don't stop.

Because... I can't.

 

The flames surrounding us grow higher and higher, get closer and closer.

And we are being consumed by a raging inferno.

The outside has mirrored my inside.

 

I sink to my knees and begin to sob again.

I cry, in my loves last resting place.