Post by Adam MacKeltar on Jul 6, 2006 23:03:11 GMT -5
Adam had left Shaded Nights, closing it behind Matt and himself. He had turned down the offers from a few girls that night. He wasn't interested. Not tonight. No, tonight was his night to be alone. He needed it more than he ever had before. Luckily, he had his room entirely to himself, so he was good to go.
He stepped into his room, stating the password softly to get inside. He then locked it magically and physically, turning the lock on the door knob and bolting the bolt lock. He also slid the chain into place. He did not want any visitors tonight.
He then pulled out his guitar, sitting on the edge of his bed. He began to sing as he played. "I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried, but I'm still caged inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare. I can't control myself! So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal..."
There was a short music break before he continued. "I can't escape myself. So many times I've lied, but there's still rage inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare. I can't control myself! So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal..."
"Somebody help me through this nightmare. I can't control myself. Somebody wake me from this nightmare. I can't escape this hell. This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal. This animal, this animal, this animal..."
"So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal I have become..."
Then he played his guitar at the end, and he set it down when he finished. He stared out his window, silent, thinking. He put his guitar in its case and sat it on the bed, opening his window. He slipped outside, sitting on the sloping roof outside of his window. He wouldn't be visible to anyone if they had managed to be inside the room.
He pulled his knees against his chest, staring out across the moonlit landscape. He was completely silent, barely breathing, and his expression was blank. His eyes, however, were filled with this deep despair and burning wrath, full of the hatred that plagued him. These were his private thoughts he was thinking, and they would never be shared with anyone else...
He stepped into his room, stating the password softly to get inside. He then locked it magically and physically, turning the lock on the door knob and bolting the bolt lock. He also slid the chain into place. He did not want any visitors tonight.
He then pulled out his guitar, sitting on the edge of his bed. He began to sing as he played. "I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried, but I'm still caged inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare. I can't control myself! So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal..."
There was a short music break before he continued. "I can't escape myself. So many times I've lied, but there's still rage inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare. I can't control myself! So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal..."
"Somebody help me through this nightmare. I can't control myself. Somebody wake me from this nightmare. I can't escape this hell. This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal. This animal, this animal, this animal..."
"So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal I have become..."
Then he played his guitar at the end, and he set it down when he finished. He stared out his window, silent, thinking. He put his guitar in its case and sat it on the bed, opening his window. He slipped outside, sitting on the sloping roof outside of his window. He wouldn't be visible to anyone if they had managed to be inside the room.
He pulled his knees against his chest, staring out across the moonlit landscape. He was completely silent, barely breathing, and his expression was blank. His eyes, however, were filled with this deep despair and burning wrath, full of the hatred that plagued him. These were his private thoughts he was thinking, and they would never be shared with anyone else...