  My name is Xian. There was once a boy, not a boy you know, not a boy I know. But a boy the unknown knows. He’d close his eyes and see a new world. A world he loved but hated. A world where he was at peace with his demons, but they weren’t at peace with them whereas with his eyes open it was the contrary. He closed his eyes and there they were, waiting for him. They beckoned him closer, and closer he went. They tore him limb from limb, he pleaded for help. His breathing cut off, his cries went unheard. He opened his eyes, gasping for breath. He saw his demons. They ignored him, but he fought them. He made a deal with them. Out with the old, in with the new. His demons became worn out and it was time to make new ones. He smirked for bloodshed filled hiss near future. He decided some of his other demons needed to be put to rest so he could move on. "..When this whole thing started I was a name Now there's a definition and a reason The more I expect the harder things are Jesus and the Sharp Electric Star" |