They Said I Love You"Mama loves you."Mama coos as she sews her daughter's lips shut.The little girl nods and lies still in her bed,"Daddy loves you."Daddy murmurs as he cuts out his daughter's heart.The little girl nods and presses her favorite blanket close,"Sister loves you."Sister states as she cuts off her sister's legs.The little girl nods and sleeps away.But the morning brings to light all that's happenedWhat she has sacrificed to make others happyAnd the little girl cannot ignore it.But, she reasons, it is better to be kindThen to be greedy.So she passes the effect of blood loss off as exhaustionThe feeling of emptiness as over-active hormonesAnd again closes her eyesTo wait for a sense of contentment,She was still waiting when a voice caught her attention.She resisted opening her eyesInstead only listening to the words he spoke,And though the events he told about drew questions to her lipsThe little girl could not say a word.He seemed to understand this,For he faithfully vi
Mocking IcarusThe wings were heavy; the exact opposite of what most wings were believed to feel like. It wasn't a bothersome weight though for the singer who was used to wearing such heavy things. The harness with its wide straps rested comfortably on his broad shoulders, the rest of it was snug around his chest, waist and back. But the tight fit made Till feel secure instead of confined, being restrained brought a feeling of safety to him, unlike others.Once the angel wings had been secured Till looked up from the ground to the sky as he dimly listened to Richard whistle the beginning, though in the studio version Flake's keyboards did this part. Even when he began to sing, his eyes did not stray from the ink black night."Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein."They thought Till said this because of the man he was. Supposedly anyways. They all thought because of his love for his own pain, the adoration he held for fire that he labeled himself as too twisted to be an angel.Not in the slightest.
The Silver Star PromiseThe Storyteller named Till watched with quiet sorrow as the Killjoy resistance began to crumble beneath the pressure of BL/ind, weakened by the supposed deaths of the Fabulous Four. They could not endure the struggle on their own, and it killed him that he could not tell the Killjoy populace that their heroes were alive and well, sheltered within his motherland's forests.In due time Storyteller's wounds healed; though instead of moving on, he stayed with Renegade Star and her camp of Killjoys. This was partially due to the fact that he had strained his wounds too soon, and also he felt protective of her. She was not a child, it would be wrong to label her as such, but she was still innocent. Innocent because of the naive hope she had that BL/ind could still be toppled. She continued to push on, kept fighting for a cause that was falling down all around her, and the Storyteller merely waited patiently at her side for her strength to falter. He wanted to be the one to catch her when she