well well, how is everyone? I see we've had parties up and down and out the ears and I WISH I had been there! Bugger to school, if I could have some time to myself that lasted more than five or ten minutes I'd be a happy little DO/YB....
anyway:
I know there are quite a few stories posted in serials around these parts. My question is where has Clan MacParody gone to? I was satrting in on Angel when a story sprang up under my key board and into WP. I never got the parody done but this is what came out. enjoy. and sorry if it's boring!
Angel
~* *~
Spend all your time waitin' for that second chance,
for a break that'll make it ok.
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction
oh beautiful realease,
memories seep through my viens.
It may be empty, oh wieghtless and maybe,
we'll find some peace tonight.
~* *~
Sleep wasn't forthcoming tonight. It hasn't since you left
"Methos, she's dying."
I loved you. I loved you until I knew it would hurt. Until I knew that you were engraved in my mind.
In my soul.
I had nearly given up hope in my own humanity until there was you. When we met I was twenty again. I needed to win you, I wanted to feel you in my arms every night, and feel your breath on my cheek as you slept in the early morning hours.
When I heard you speak there were images in my mind of a small cottage on Innismoor with high beamed cielings that were lost in darkness and a bed dressed in white linnens. And you were in the rooms, singing in the melodic voice you have, laughing and talking to me. I knew that at whatever cost to me, you and I had to be together.
~* *~
In the arms of the angels,
fly away from here.
From this dark cold motel room,
and the endlessness you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent misery.
Your in the arms of the angels.
May you find some comfort here.
~* *~
For all these things that circled in my mind, you wouldn't be won easily. You wouldn't be won at all if you had any say in it. Thank the Gods you can be persuaded. The only words I can remember you saying to me in the begining, was yes. And I was happy.
"Sir, she's going to have to be hospitalized."
You broke my heart when you left. You broke my heart past fixing and I forgive you and I love you still. Those few months we spent together were worth more than twenty centuries. You always said I gave your last few moments life, but for all that was given, what was recived amounted to so much more.
"There is an old saying: People live on for as long as there is someone to remember them."
I held your hand in the last minutes before death, but you hold my memories for as long as I survive.
~* *~
So tired of the straight line,
and everywhere you turn ,
there's vultures and thieves at your back.
So keep on twisting,
keep on building the lies,
that you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no difference,
escaping one last time ,
it's easier to belive that this sweet madnes,
oh this glorious sadness,
that brings me to my knees.
~* *~
When they told me you were gone, I walked out of that hospital and vowed to every god I rememberd that I would never go there again. I walked. I walked home, to the docks, through that part of the park everyone says has thugs and junkies in it who'd kill you for the buttons on your coat. I thought I go there and let them kill me a couple of times so the hurt would be equal. I'll die for you. But when a thief almost put a knife through my back, I remember thinking of a picture of you I kept in my wallet. I killed him first.
You're buried in an exspenive grave with all those rich sods you served. The stone has gold script, something you'd never be able to afford, but might have done anyway.
I did it because it was the only lasting thing I can give my lovers in the end. It doesn't seem fair because after years of masquerading as something I wasn't, it took your hand in mine to give me what I'd lacked for ages. My humanity.
I love you.
Till death.
Wait for me.
~* *~
In the arms of the angels,
fly away from here.
From this dark cold motel room,
and the endlessness you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent misery.
Your in the arms of the angels.
You're in the arms of the angels,
may you find some comfort here.
Posted on Apr 22, 1999, 6:46 PM from IP address 216.107.12.253