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| Disclaimer: I don't own any Gundam stuff in any way, shape or form I also Don't own the song "Come as you are" that belonged to Kurt Cobain.. and to someone else now Warnings. Angst Wufei Perspective Come as you Are Come as you are, as you were, As I want you to be "I am waiting..Fight me!" I think I screamed that aloud that day.. when I stared into the cold stone of your statue. I wanted to do something to shake you from that granite perch of yours, make you come down to my level again. As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy It was easier to face that image of you. In reality you were always too powerful to face. Too much power in the form of arms and armor, of soldiers and war. Your bearing spoke of your might.. your eyes screamed it to me. And you knew...somehow realized you had that power.. over everything.. and over me. I might have had the power to force confrontation.. if I had only felt worthy of using it. Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, don't be late You could have had me you know. It would have been easy for you to subdue me. I would have been yours for a moment at least. All that time, and you did nothing, save let me go. Hah. Left me to wait. Take a rest as a friend as an old memoria I let your statue remind me of that. You did have a promise in your eyes. It might have been a promise of death.. maybe of love, but there is something between us that is still unfinished. I will simply continue to goad this lifeless stone and prepare myself for what to come, whatever it is. Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be When you arrive... Hah! I still think ahead! It will be on my terms this time, General. You will be there, not knowing why you have come, and I will be ready, waiting. Your smooth tongue will fail you when I sneer at you. You will look at me in shock.. and I think.. yes. I think I will smile at you then. As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria After all, I know you well, my General. You've been in my thoughts for too long now. I wonder if you've thought of me. And I swear that I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun And when you come, will you be ready for death? Can you guess if it will be war or lust? Maybe something greater or lesser? Will you trust me? Should I come armed? No, you deserve to face me equally, as you allowed me to face you. I will be alone. No eyes shall see what's between us, this dark thing that draws me.. and you. I am waiting. |
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