Ranky wanted to talk so I give the stage over to him ^_^
Yeah, it's named after him so I let him speak here every now and again, though it's been a long ass time if ever. So now I present to thee my dear Rancor De Throe.
Rancor: ::Sighs at the quirky teen's introduction::
- ^_^ Love you too man
Rancor: ...
I have watched birth
and witnessed death
My hand has guided both on several ocassions.
How am I supposed to feel when I see
that fading light of a conscious mind slip
away from eyes that I cannot tear my own away from?
To watch that same look of awe
as a mother holds her new born babe
and that spark slips into the eyes of that infant,
a new life is made.
My beloved tells me that it is alright
to be in my profession is
one of immense stress.
Life and death hangs in the balance of my hands
once more.
Yet this time I try to save,
not to kill.
Life for me seems so much sweeter
than the satin blood that
when stolen
takes that very existence and dashes it to pieces.
To see a person walk away
and never return makes me happy.
To see the dark leather bag be closed
over their cold body
makes me ill in more places than one.
Am I helping them with
their ever shortening lives
or am I simply stitching up their wounds for another
day to hurt them.
For another day to come with
fate in hand
and steal their precious lives away...
-Thoughts after a 34 hour shift at the hospital.
Rancor: ::Sighs at the quirky teen's introduction::
- ^_^ Love you too man
Rancor: ...
I have watched birth
and witnessed death
My hand has guided both on several ocassions.
How am I supposed to feel when I see
that fading light of a conscious mind slip
away from eyes that I cannot tear my own away from?
To watch that same look of awe
as a mother holds her new born babe
and that spark slips into the eyes of that infant,
a new life is made.
My beloved tells me that it is alright
to be in my profession is
one of immense stress.
Life and death hangs in the balance of my hands
once more.
Yet this time I try to save,
not to kill.
Life for me seems so much sweeter
than the satin blood that
when stolen
takes that very existence and dashes it to pieces.
To see a person walk away
and never return makes me happy.
To see the dark leather bag be closed
over their cold body
makes me ill in more places than one.
Am I helping them with
their ever shortening lives
or am I simply stitching up their wounds for another
day to hurt them.
For another day to come with
fate in hand
and steal their precious lives away...
-Thoughts after a 34 hour shift at the hospital.