Last Words of a Dying Man

All of you! Listen to me, for t'is my last words that shall come from my weary heart.

You, my love, never listened to my love song! Though I have sweat, bled and tore my whole soul apart, you never danced to the grace of my song. I have sold everything, even my dignity, just for you to appreciate my efforts.

But what am I repaid? Nothing!

You, my people, why have you forsaken me? You never appreciated how I, a soldier, does things his way? Can't I do the things my brothers do? Why am I nothing to you?

And now that I am dying, you make peace with my weary heart? Never! You never gave me my chance to live a happy life! And you, my love! You never gave back the love I offered at your feet! Never shall I give you a chance to love me, for you are a woman not deserving of love nor care!

Listen closely, infidels! For t'is is my last words! Mark this to your hearts and live a new life.

We, the soldiers of the modern time, have great charateristics. Man thought that we could only kill and be killed. But only idiots believe that gossip! We, soldiers, can care, help and love! Never shall you, pitiful men and women, control how are lives go! For we die for you!

Listen, mankind. Listen to the dead, as he weeps for all of you.

-A Soldier weeping and Dying...

This song gave me the urge to be sad again. Its story is about a person hating someone he/she cared before.

It's Silent Hill 4's Room of Angel....

Akira Yamaoka - Room of Angel

You lie silent there before me
Your tears they mean nothing to me
The wind howling at the window
The love you never gave I give to you
But really don't deserve it
But now there's nothing you can do
So, sleep in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother

Chorus
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)
It was always you that I dispised
I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh no)
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So insignificant sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away, lost under the sewers?
Maybe flying high in the clouds?
Perhaps you're happy without me
So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprawl up so blessedly, If I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say "I'm sorry"
Where is the light? I Wonder if it's weeping somewhere...

chorus x4

Hate Begets Like Begets Love/Reset Cycle

You would think that just because I hate her guts means that she is nothing special for me.

Let me get this straight. I hate this girl. I hate every facet of her person. Physical? Bleh. Personality-wise? Right. Fashion? Hah! Don’t make me laugh.
God can take her now (She’s just too nice) for all I care– because I don’t. Good riddance. Good bye; I don’t hate to see you go away, goes my version of the popular song...

But at first glance there is nothing to hate about her, truth be told.
Looks? She’s okay. Nothing like (Name Censored For Security Purposes) or (NCFSP again), and definitely not even a shadow of (NCFSP yet again, and for good reasons). But she does look pretty in her own way. Like a diamond in the rough.
Personality? But she’s kind when she needs to be and strong when it’s called for. Malleable in a pinch– and admirably so– but never hypocritical. Knowledgeable and intelligent, true, yet never a know-it-all.

And fashion– well, I’ve never seen her in anything but our school’s uniform. Not enough information to go on.

(Okay, there was that one time she came to school in a sweatshirt and biking shorts.)

All in all, there’s nothing wrong with her. Fifteen boys and two girls will attest to that.

So what’s with my hatred of her? Illogical? Unfounded? Am I to be dragged kicking and screaming to Boys’ Town now for stalking a fellow student?

Come to think of it: why do I know these things about here? More so, why do I bother writing? Accusing her of something, then contradicting myself?

An explanation is required, I think. Maybe my thought processes require a thorough follow-through.

I say I hate here. Hate demands attention to be paid at the object of hatred. Attention points at details here and there that compose her being. Details comprise knowledge. Expansion of knowledge leads to understanding. Understanding gives way to approval. Approval upgrades to liking. And the final iteration of liking is–
My train of thought breaks. Reset cycle.

What was that again? Hate begets like begets– love?

What?

Polar opposites attract? Desire can translate itself into enmity? Am I in denial? All my actions to this point have merely been me “playing hard to get”?

Then again, she did dump me when I said I loved her.

Stupid.

(Who? Her? Me?)