Post by Aryn Vernier on Feb 15, 2006 12:07:39 GMT -5
New York City, a city whose streets rarely saw the darkness of night. Preparations for the Valentine's Day celebration were long since complete. The people of the city eagerly awaited the celebrations that were sure to happen. Some people had flocked to liquor stores to stock up on alcohol for the big celebration, most of these, however, where the people that would be spending the day alone; some had gone to various churches to admit their sins. For the most part however, New Yorkers had decided to get nicely drunk. Those that weren't going to get drunk were going to take pictures or videos of their nicely drunk friends doing extremely stupid things.
Some however, didn't share the same happiness and glee that the others did. In particular, was a red head standing in front of a massive building. The red head was dressed in black. No make up or piercings. She didn't follow the trends that the other teenagers did. Quietly, with an almost mournful look on her face she stared up at the building. The building was elegantly lit showing off the statues that had been carved in the likeness of grotesque gargoyles. Above the windows and doors were elegant arches. The building had been built during the late 1800s during the Gothic Revival. The building was none other than Saint Patrick's Cathedral.
Now, the red head wasn't exactly the religious type, never had been. Why she was standing in front of a cathedral, she had no idea. She looked up towards the sky for a moment, flinching slightly as a few small flakes of snow landed on her face. She closed her eyes and sighed before looked down back at the cathedral. After a moment of resisting the stiff breeze that blew against her back, she walked up the stairs and opened the door of the building. A slight smile as the warm air hit her face. She hesitated outside the door for a moment, then she slipped inside.
The inside was quiet. No organ playing, no music what so ever. Just the soft sound of a man humming to himself as he lit the candles around various icons of religious people. Saints and Martyrs, Angels and Jesus. The pews were empty; few came to a religious place this late at night. She walked a ways before pausing. Pews to the left and right to her, and an alter about fifty feet in front of her. Another slight smile tugged at her face. No doubt she looked quite out of place. Boots adorned her feet, worn black jeans on her legs. The jeans weren't the paint on variety, nope; these were a size too big. She wore a belt, of course. How else would she have knife sheaths on either side of her hips? A simple black long sleeve shirt covered her upper body and she wore a much worn trench coat. The bottom of the coat was tattered and ripped, showing that the leather hadn't been treated very nicely. On her hands were fingerless leather gloves, perfect for fighting. Quietly, she looked around, glancing towards the man who was obviously the preacher, bishop, or leader of whatever denomination the church was of.
The man looked to her and furrowed his brows together. The youth of today were so lost. As much as he disliked the trends of today, he couldn't turn anyone away from God's house. "Have you come to repent, my child?" He asked, breaking the silence that surrounded the two. Vividly green eyes looked towards the older man and the red head simply shook her head. "No, I'm simply here to get out of the cold." Their eyes locked for a moment and then he shook his head. He never could understand why people wore contacts that made them look like they had animal eyes. "Very well. Stay as long as you wish. Everyone is welcome in the Lord house."
Even those that would be considered abominations and murderers? I doubt it. She thought to herself as she walked forward to the alter. She scanned the icons for a bit and then smirked slightly. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Heh. What a load of bull." She muttered softly to herself. It was surprising, that with all of her crimes she hadn't been striked down by lightning the instant she had stepped foot in this place. Quietly, she bowed her head, as if in thought or prayer. She wasn't though. She was basking in the warmth. Simply put, there was a nice current of warm air where she was standing. She would be quite unaware if anyone or anything should walk inside the church.
When this began,
I had nothing to say.
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me.
I was confused.
And I let it all out to find that I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind.
Inside of me.
But all the vacancy the words revealed,
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel.
Nothing to lose.
Just stuck, hollow and alone,
And the fault it my own,
And the fault is my own.
I had nothing to say.
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me.
I was confused.
And I let it all out to find that I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind.
Inside of me.
But all the vacancy the words revealed,
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel.
Nothing to lose.
Just stuck, hollow and alone,
And the fault it my own,
And the fault is my own.
Some however, didn't share the same happiness and glee that the others did. In particular, was a red head standing in front of a massive building. The red head was dressed in black. No make up or piercings. She didn't follow the trends that the other teenagers did. Quietly, with an almost mournful look on her face she stared up at the building. The building was elegantly lit showing off the statues that had been carved in the likeness of grotesque gargoyles. Above the windows and doors were elegant arches. The building had been built during the late 1800s during the Gothic Revival. The building was none other than Saint Patrick's Cathedral.
I want to heal.
I want to feel.
What I thought was never real.
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
Erase all the pain till it's gone.
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along.
Somewhere I belong.
I want to feel.
What I thought was never real.
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.
Erase all the pain till it's gone.
I want to heal,
I want to feel,
Like I'm close to something real.
I want to find something I've wanted all along.
Somewhere I belong.
Now, the red head wasn't exactly the religious type, never had been. Why she was standing in front of a cathedral, she had no idea. She looked up towards the sky for a moment, flinching slightly as a few small flakes of snow landed on her face. She closed her eyes and sighed before looked down back at the cathedral. After a moment of resisting the stiff breeze that blew against her back, she walked up the stairs and opened the door of the building. A slight smile as the warm air hit her face. She hesitated outside the door for a moment, then she slipped inside.
And I've got nothing to say.
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face.
I was confused.
Looking everywhere only to find that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.
So what am I?
What do I have but negativity?
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone.
And the fault is my own,
The fault is my own.
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face.
I was confused.
Looking everywhere only to find that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.
So what am I?
What do I have but negativity?
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone.
And the fault is my own,
The fault is my own.
The inside was quiet. No organ playing, no music what so ever. Just the soft sound of a man humming to himself as he lit the candles around various icons of religious people. Saints and Martyrs, Angels and Jesus. The pews were empty; few came to a religious place this late at night. She walked a ways before pausing. Pews to the left and right to her, and an alter about fifty feet in front of her. Another slight smile tugged at her face. No doubt she looked quite out of place. Boots adorned her feet, worn black jeans on her legs. The jeans weren't the paint on variety, nope; these were a size too big. She wore a belt, of course. How else would she have knife sheaths on either side of her hips? A simple black long sleeve shirt covered her upper body and she wore a much worn trench coat. The bottom of the coat was tattered and ripped, showing that the leather hadn't been treated very nicely. On her hands were fingerless leather gloves, perfect for fighting. Quietly, she looked around, glancing towards the man who was obviously the preacher, bishop, or leader of whatever denomination the church was of.
I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own.
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed.
I will never be
Anything 'till I break away from me.
And I will break away,
I'll find myself today.
Myself until I do this on my own.
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed.
I will never be
Anything 'till I break away from me.
And I will break away,
I'll find myself today.
The man looked to her and furrowed his brows together. The youth of today were so lost. As much as he disliked the trends of today, he couldn't turn anyone away from God's house. "Have you come to repent, my child?" He asked, breaking the silence that surrounded the two. Vividly green eyes looked towards the older man and the red head simply shook her head. "No, I'm simply here to get out of the cold." Their eyes locked for a moment and then he shook his head. He never could understand why people wore contacts that made them look like they had animal eyes. "Very well. Stay as long as you wish. Everyone is welcome in the Lord house."
I want to heal.
I want to feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong.
I want to feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong.
Even those that would be considered abominations and murderers? I doubt it. She thought to herself as she walked forward to the alter. She scanned the icons for a bit and then smirked slightly. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Heh. What a load of bull." She muttered softly to herself. It was surprising, that with all of her crimes she hadn't been striked down by lightning the instant she had stepped foot in this place. Quietly, she bowed her head, as if in thought or prayer. She wasn't though. She was basking in the warmth. Simply put, there was a nice current of warm air where she was standing. She would be quite unaware if anyone or anything should walk inside the church.
Somewhere I belong.
