And it leaves me there without a place to call my own
Kilroy trudged down the long path leading into the dark, dank cave. His lithe hand against the wall was the only thing to guide him. As if he needed it. For almost three months this cave has been called home for him and his master, Diekiem. Though he had only been here three months, it felt like forever. He couldn't remember anything before Master Diekiem. And this worried him.
I know now what shadows can see
There's no point in running 'less you run with me
It's half the distance through the open door
Before you cut me down
Again
Let me introduce you to the end
"Master Diekiem?" He questioned the dimly lit cavern. Candles alighted every corner, including his dark haired master sitting in a chair, carving a piece of stone with his manly hands. Looking up, his expressionless face greeted his servent with those forever cold brown eyes.
"Yes Kilroy." He replied, his heavy voice thick in the air as it rebounded to and fro the walls, playing with the dangling bats above.
Kilroy took a step closer as his soft voice stuttered clumsily, "I-I have f-finished with th-the shop-shopping, Master."
"Good, now put them away." Diekiem ordered. Kilroy could tell that his master was wondering why he hadn't done that already.
"U-Uhm, Master?"
"Is there something more?"
And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings
It always leads me back to suffering
But I will soar until the wind whips me down
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again
Kilroy nodded as he bit his lip and tried to speak without the blasted speech impairment, "Master, th-these men w-were there an-and they..." Bowing his head, he paused before finishing with shame, "Th-They st-stole the m-money..." Diekiem's silence wasn't a pleasent one as he placed the rock down. Sighing heavily, he got up and left to the bedroom.
"That's the fourth time..." Was the only thing he said.
So tired now of paying my dues
I start out strong but then I always lose
It's half the distance before you leave me behind
It's such a waste of time
The bright light greeted Kilroy through the bright green leaves of the tall trees. Inhaling, he felt more relaxed as he glanced behind himself at the cave. Faint moans and grunts could be heard and Kilroy felt a certain tug at his insides. Whenever his Master had his female guest (She often came against her own will, though she moaned just as much as his Master), Kilroy would often request to leave, otherwise be doomed into hearing those two in their "love making".
Walking along no path, Kilroy heard a few snap of twigs behind himself. Gasping, he turned around just in time to get a face full of thorny bushes slapped into his face.
'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me
Crying out in pain, he fell to the ground heavily. He slowly began to get up when suddenly something heavy fell upon his abdomen and kept him pinned to the ground. Opening his eyes, he cried out as a tongue licked his face. The creature above him, gruesome yet human-like, growled deeply and laughed inhumanely.
"Pretty thing..." It hissed as it carressed his face with the slimey tongue. Kilroy cried out again, only to have a second tongue shoved into his mouth.
So here I slave inside of a broken dream
Forever holding on to splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don't need you to keep my faith alive
Blood thirsty pain attacked him from all sides. Screaming in pain, Kilroy's weaked and beaten body was thrusted back and forth from under the unbearable weight and smell of the creature.
<Master, help me! It hurts, Master, please, help me! MAKE IT STOP!> His thoughts were screaming for him to voice these things out. Sobbing in terrible screams, he withered from underneath the massive form. Opening his eyes, he tried to keep hold of reality by imagining that this creature worked for his Master, and that his Master only wanted Kilroy to be happy. After all, didn't his Master do that 'kiss' thing to make him smile when he was depressed (The lady did the 'kiss' thing too, which made him feel even better)? Imagining that this pain was for the purpose of his Master, Kilroy's screams died down to mere wimpers as the creature let loose into his body.
I know now what trouble can be
And why it follows me so easily
It's half the distance through the open door
Before you shut me down
Again
Let me introduce you to the end
Stumbling like his speech, Kilroy went to a nearby lake. Stripping himself of his dirty clothes, he limped into the cold water. Wiping away the fresh tears that kept running down his sliced cheeks, his dark brown eyes stared fearfully at the massive amount of the blood coming from him. Breathing heavily in panic and fear, he tried to hold back the scream. Unfortunately, it bubbled and came forth in a terrible and agonizing howl.
'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me
"H-He won't l-like me... H-He'll g-get rid of m-me an-and that w-winged c-c-cat lady will s-send me aw-away t-t-to th-that scary place..." He kept reminding himself as he practiced walking alongside the lake. The pain engulfing his lower half subdued as his strides became easier and more like his normal self. He abscentmindedly rubbed his arms repeatedly, as if trying to get rid of the feel of that tongue over his body. Stopping, he held back a sob.
"I-I c-c-can't... C-can't c-c-c-cry... I-I ca..." He trailed off as sobs racked his body, "St-Stop... Please..." He wimpered.
Though you know you care
'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me
Kilroy trudged down the long path leading into the dark, dank cave. His face was it's normal, calm self with never a smile to lighten it. Running a freshly washed hand through his rust colored hair, he took in a shaky breath and prepared again to lie to his Master about his cruel and abused situations.
And my laughter
You won't hear
The faster
I disappear
And time will burn your eyes to tears
