POETRY: Obsession (Dave♠Karkat)
Creator: anonosity
Title: Obsession
Cliche: Obsession
Rating: T
Trigger Warnings (if applicable): Suicide mentions?
Summary: Karkat hates Strider so much, even his eyes colour shows it.
He hated him.
He hated his voice.
He hated his attitude.
He hated his cool demenor.
Always trying to make him lose it.
But the what he really hated most,
What he hated were those eyes.
Every day, as he grew older, their eyes became more alike.
The red slowly seeping outwards,
As the familar darkness began to bleed out.
Bleed out with his freakish blood.
Bleed out with their shared blood.
He started to hate his own eyes,
Hated what they reminded him of.
Hated when they brought thoughts.
Thoughts of how much he hated him.
But the pain of it,
Of how much he hated him.
It was killing him.
He could get through
He'd been through this before.
Hatecrush,
After hatecrush,
He'd gotten over it.
But after he met the humans.
It was almost more than hate.
It was a thing living.
A writhing,
Angry,
Mass,
That tore at his innards.
Ripping him apart.
Screaming at him.
Screaming,
"They can't hate you like that"
"They can't hate you properly"
He managed to pull through, for John,
"It would have gone bland, anyways"
"You stupid fuck, that's no proper rival"
Strider was a different story.
Strider hated him back.
Strider mocked him.
Strider fought him.
Strider glared at him.
He could feel it through the shades.
Feel his most hated colour,
The colour that ruined his life,
Reflected in this person.
This red knight to his black.
Black hair.
Black shirt.
Black soul.
Black heart.
He liked it like that.
He wanted it to stay like that.
But his eyes didn't.
The stupid fuckers decided to rebel.
"Hey, look at us. Look at what we are"
"This peice of shit hates a human."
"He hates him so much, we decided to be like that human too."
"In painful residence on your face"
He didn't even know what he wanted anymore.
Mere years before, he would have been killed.
With no way to hide it, his blood colour on display.
Now, he almost wanted that.
But he didn't.
But he did.
He was too lazy to do it himself.
But his true reasons ran deeper.
He lived for his fated kismesis.
Strider was destined to be his
Title: Obsession
Cliche: Obsession
Rating: T
Trigger Warnings (if applicable): Suicide mentions?
Summary: Karkat hates Strider so much, even his eyes colour shows it.
He hated him.
He hated his voice.
He hated his attitude.
He hated his cool demenor.
Always trying to make him lose it.
But the what he really hated most,
What he hated were those eyes.
Every day, as he grew older, their eyes became more alike.
The red slowly seeping outwards,
As the familar darkness began to bleed out.
Bleed out with his freakish blood.
Bleed out with their shared blood.
He started to hate his own eyes,
Hated what they reminded him of.
Hated when they brought thoughts.
Thoughts of how much he hated him.
But the pain of it,
Of how much he hated him.
It was killing him.
He could get through
He'd been through this before.
Hatecrush,
After hatecrush,
He'd gotten over it.
But after he met the humans.
It was almost more than hate.
It was a thing living.
A writhing,
Angry,
Mass,
That tore at his innards.
Ripping him apart.
Screaming at him.
Screaming,
"They can't hate you like that"
"They can't hate you properly"
He managed to pull through, for John,
"It would have gone bland, anyways"
"You stupid fuck, that's no proper rival"
Strider was a different story.
Strider hated him back.
Strider mocked him.
Strider fought him.
Strider glared at him.
He could feel it through the shades.
Feel his most hated colour,
The colour that ruined his life,
Reflected in this person.
This red knight to his black.
Black hair.
Black shirt.
Black soul.
Black heart.
He liked it like that.
He wanted it to stay like that.
But his eyes didn't.
The stupid fuckers decided to rebel.
"Hey, look at us. Look at what we are"
"This peice of shit hates a human."
"He hates him so much, we decided to be like that human too."
"In painful residence on your face"
He didn't even know what he wanted anymore.
Mere years before, he would have been killed.
With no way to hide it, his blood colour on display.
Now, he almost wanted that.
But he didn't.
But he did.
He was too lazy to do it himself.
But his true reasons ran deeper.
He lived for his fated kismesis.
Strider was destined to be his