[KH2] - Prayer For the Desperate (Riku, Anti-Sora)
Tie a blindfold around my eyes so that I may not see that everything you are is false.
Take a white thread and sew my mouth shut so that I may not accuse you of falsehoods.
Chain my hands behind my back so that I may not tear off your mask.
Talk to me with smiling lips and I’ll believe anything you say.
Tell me lies in a sweet voice and I’ll ignore the truth in your eyes.
Desperation so bitter in my mouth coats my tongue and congeals like cold blood in my chest. The skin of my fingertips peeled back so that everything I touch feels like fire. Souleater laughs in my head, an echo of his voice that sounds like the absence of a pulse.
I cannot fight them, these shadows of men. They’re too much like me - broken and tainted beyond redemption. I crawl through the hearts of worlds as a wretched thing, no better than the Heartless mindlessly searching for that which they will never regain. I watch them butcher the helpless and feel revulsion and yet I know deep within my soul that I am the same.
The shadows of men soil their hands with innocent blood and devour everything that they come across and yet I cannot fight them. Each of them is missing a vital part of themselves, just as I am. And none of us will ever find that one part.
I reach into the darkness and my hand rests against cold mist instead of warm flesh. The blindfold around my eyes prevents me from seeing what is really there - just yellow eyes gleaming out of the darkness, tendrils of smoke curving around my fingers as a figure emerges from the abyss and wraps black arms around me. Instead I see a beach and sun and a raft sitting upon alabaster sand. And a boy waves to me as I sink to my knees, relief breaking upon me like a wave as I realize that… I’m home.
“Sora…” My voice breaks.
The shadow purrs and the illusion cracks and nearly shatters. The boy and the beach and the boat begin to distort and fade.
“Don’t… speak…” I put my hands over the shadow’s mouth. “Just let me pretend…”
In my head I recite the prayer for the desperate and the boy and the beach and the boat return slowly to focus.
“Tie a blindfold around my eyes…”
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Take a white thread and sew my mouth shut so that I may not accuse you of falsehoods.
Chain my hands behind my back so that I may not tear off your mask.
Talk to me with smiling lips and I’ll believe anything you say.
Tell me lies in a sweet voice and I’ll ignore the truth in your eyes.
Desperation so bitter in my mouth coats my tongue and congeals like cold blood in my chest. The skin of my fingertips peeled back so that everything I touch feels like fire. Souleater laughs in my head, an echo of his voice that sounds like the absence of a pulse.
I cannot fight them, these shadows of men. They’re too much like me - broken and tainted beyond redemption. I crawl through the hearts of worlds as a wretched thing, no better than the Heartless mindlessly searching for that which they will never regain. I watch them butcher the helpless and feel revulsion and yet I know deep within my soul that I am the same.
The shadows of men soil their hands with innocent blood and devour everything that they come across and yet I cannot fight them. Each of them is missing a vital part of themselves, just as I am. And none of us will ever find that one part.
I reach into the darkness and my hand rests against cold mist instead of warm flesh. The blindfold around my eyes prevents me from seeing what is really there - just yellow eyes gleaming out of the darkness, tendrils of smoke curving around my fingers as a figure emerges from the abyss and wraps black arms around me. Instead I see a beach and sun and a raft sitting upon alabaster sand. And a boy waves to me as I sink to my knees, relief breaking upon me like a wave as I realize that… I’m home.
“Sora…” My voice breaks.
The shadow purrs and the illusion cracks and nearly shatters. The boy and the beach and the boat begin to distort and fade.
“Don’t… speak…” I put my hands over the shadow’s mouth. “Just let me pretend…”
In my head I recite the prayer for the desperate and the boy and the beach and the boat return slowly to focus.
“Tie a blindfold around my eyes…”
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