Ohtori Academy (original) (raw)

Once, I believed in innocence....

I saved them, from themselves, from others. I was their Prince--all but one, who first saw the how the world was changing, one who knew the price of innocence. Unlike them, she was not blinded by that blissful state--and so she could be blinded by her heart.

Now, I know better of innocence--for I know I had a hand in it. I was ill, but I was...so tired. And for a moment, I, too, wanted to be saved. Is that so wrong?

And now, though his eyes, I see the trap that innocence wove around me--or is it he that sees their naivete as a trap, using their no-so-innocent hearts against them--and hiding the truth from my chosen?

Perhaps MY fault was that I was not as innocent as the ones I saved--I was more like my Anthy--and so, I could not have them either. Heaven help me, we are fit company for eachother, then, and then why shouldn't I play with them? Why shouldn't I use them to shatter this damnable shell and rise out of this prison of a world with all the power to make it to MY will--power that is, has always been mine--

NO!

I writhe, crying out as the black thorns of this twilight colored rose pierce my heart--the seeds of his poison in the bottom of my heart bursting forth to spill blood on my "pure" white self.

Blood as red as desire.

I weep in the dark as my dear sister gives herself to me, to him, laying against his body, her nails like thorns in (our) my heart--oh sweet, trapped puppet! My blood pours forth with my tears, only to water the roses of her coffin.

I weep--who is there to believe in? Who will believe in me?

But most importantly, will she believe in herself?

Call my name and save me from the dark....