Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on May 8, 2007 20:46:56 GMT -5
| I know you would be there either way .. |
I made a mistake by giving up on you,
but I can't take it back.
And it's tearing me to pieces.
The endings the same
no matter how I run it through my head.
It rolls over and over.
I want to tell you how I feel,
but I can't explain.
So right, so wrong.
I would wait forever,
but waiting for nothing gets old
after the first lifetime.
I need you to be there,
when the darkness fades ..
but I'm in too deep.
I wish I could take it all back,
I really do, believe me.
Everything works out so funny.
This isn't fun anymore,
when will it be over?
Please, end my pain.
'Come back to me.' my heart screams ..
.. but my mouth doesn't want to listen.
---
He lid on his bed, alone. He was solitary, as usual and he wasn't ready for what had hit him. He wasn't expecting it in the slightest. It had torn him down and beat him into rubble. He was nothing now.
Jordan ~ Calaz ..
That one word, that one name, summed up how he felt. His voice shook and vibrated with each letter that passed his cracked lips. His exhaled deeply, sighing. He blinked before turning his head to face the camera.
Jordan ~ Are you ready for the fight of your life? I'm a man whose lost it all, again and again. I've got nothing to fight for. No family, no friends .. no self. I'm an empty shell, an empty shell on a destructive path and I'll take anyone who gets in my way with me. That's you, David Calaz.
Jordan sits up, pushing the covers off himself, revealing his well built torso. His eight pack abs and his defined pecks were gleaming in the dim light that came from the candles lit around the room.
Behind him is a lump under the covers, but you pay no attention to it, thinking it's just a knot in the sheets.
Jordan ~ Calaz, boy, you can't stand up to me. I've beaten you once and I'll beat you again, you pathetic excuse for a man. Not even a man, a child. Becs can't help you now, bucko. She gets in the way and I'll rip her into pieces along with you. Keep her away from this match, if you value you're little girlfriend's life even in the slightest.
Jordan stands up, his long leg muscles flexing in the light. He's only wearing a pair of black boxers. He walks to his buerau, looking into the mirror, looking deep into his own eyes.
He examined the gleaming orbs of light inside his cranium as he stood there, glistening like a shined diamond. They were bloodshot, as if he had not slept in weeks. He didn't smile, or even smirk. He just stood there, staring.
He then swicthed his gaze, from his eyes, to the camera. He still didn't show even a little emotion, glaring into the lens.
Jordan ~ You may not have been paying attention to me these last few weeks, but if you have, you know how insane I've been going. Now, take that and times it by a hundred and you have a fraction of how I feel right now.
If you were here right now, you'd be pinned down and bloody. Every bone in your body would be shattered, every muscle in your body would be torn. Your teeth would be in your stomache and your nose in you brain. You'd be dead, boy. DEAD.
Jordan turns, placing a hand on each side of him and leaning on the buerau. He continues to stare into the camera, his glazed eyes not faltering for a second.
Jordan ~ Need I remind you I just beat the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion, Matthew Szaban? If I can beat him in a match, I can beat you. It's not like you can even hold a candle to Szaban, let alone me.
You couldn't even beat 'TheMorningStar' Johnny Mental, and Szaban beat HIM! .. and now I beat Szaban. You don't stand a chance you young fucker. I'm going to fucking kill you, and there ain't a damned thing you can do about it either.
Jordan walks back towards the bed. He sits down on the edge.
Jordan ~ I might be talking about you, but I know that my mind is elsewhere. It's on her .. like every other time. No matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about her. You all know who I mean, espiecially Jake.
By Sunday though, I'll be focused. Don't you worry, I'll give you the fight of your life.
Suddenly the lump in the covers moves, moaning a little. It's a feminine voice. Suddenly, a brown haired girl sits up in the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover herself.
She then leans over, wrapping her arms around Jordan's neck. She smiles seductively as Jordan turns his head, smiling at her.
Brunette ~ Baby, you didn't tell me you were going to get cameras. You should have woke me up, I could have helped you.
Jordan chuckles.
Jordan ~ They aren't for that, but we can use them for that after I'm done shooting this promo.
The brunette smiles devilishly.
Brunette ~ Alright honey, I'll go freshen up. Be back in a few ..
She whispers something in his ear so that the camera can't pick it up. Jordan closes his eyes, smiling.
He laughs as she stands up, taking the sheets with her and wrapping them around her so that you can't see anything.
Jordan looks back to the camera.
Jordan ~ .. and I wasn't talking about her.
---
I'm hopeless.
I don't know what to do.
I'm lost in my own madness,
and then I see you.
Everything makes sense when you're around,
except for that one thing.
I just want to know why I can't have you,
and why my phone no longer rings.
It screams at me,
'tell her what you feel.'
but that's the one thing I can't do.
and noe the envelope is sealed.
I love you,
I always have,
I always will,
I'm dying now,
I'm lying down,
and the train's moving ever faster.
You're voice is screaming in my ear,
and my heart is pushing you on.
The gap is widening,
and I'm the bridge.
Walk across now,
before it collapses.
I don't want to lose you,
no, not for good.
I can't deal with this.
It's tearing me apart.
You're inside me,
running through my viens.
I can't believe you're gone,
I still dream about you.
When I close my eyes
I hear your voice,
I see your face,
I smell your hair.
and I want you back.
Come back.
| .. sometimes it seems like these times will never fade. |
I made a mistake by giving up on you,
but I can't take it back.
And it's tearing me to pieces.
The endings the same
no matter how I run it through my head.
It rolls over and over.
I want to tell you how I feel,
but I can't explain.
So right, so wrong.
I would wait forever,
but waiting for nothing gets old
after the first lifetime.
I need you to be there,
when the darkness fades ..
but I'm in too deep.
I wish I could take it all back,
I really do, believe me.
Everything works out so funny.
This isn't fun anymore,
when will it be over?
Please, end my pain.
'Come back to me.' my heart screams ..
.. but my mouth doesn't want to listen.
---
He lid on his bed, alone. He was solitary, as usual and he wasn't ready for what had hit him. He wasn't expecting it in the slightest. It had torn him down and beat him into rubble. He was nothing now.
Jordan ~ Calaz ..
That one word, that one name, summed up how he felt. His voice shook and vibrated with each letter that passed his cracked lips. His exhaled deeply, sighing. He blinked before turning his head to face the camera.
Jordan ~ Are you ready for the fight of your life? I'm a man whose lost it all, again and again. I've got nothing to fight for. No family, no friends .. no self. I'm an empty shell, an empty shell on a destructive path and I'll take anyone who gets in my way with me. That's you, David Calaz.
Jordan sits up, pushing the covers off himself, revealing his well built torso. His eight pack abs and his defined pecks were gleaming in the dim light that came from the candles lit around the room.
Behind him is a lump under the covers, but you pay no attention to it, thinking it's just a knot in the sheets.
Jordan ~ Calaz, boy, you can't stand up to me. I've beaten you once and I'll beat you again, you pathetic excuse for a man. Not even a man, a child. Becs can't help you now, bucko. She gets in the way and I'll rip her into pieces along with you. Keep her away from this match, if you value you're little girlfriend's life even in the slightest.
Jordan stands up, his long leg muscles flexing in the light. He's only wearing a pair of black boxers. He walks to his buerau, looking into the mirror, looking deep into his own eyes.
He examined the gleaming orbs of light inside his cranium as he stood there, glistening like a shined diamond. They were bloodshot, as if he had not slept in weeks. He didn't smile, or even smirk. He just stood there, staring.
He then swicthed his gaze, from his eyes, to the camera. He still didn't show even a little emotion, glaring into the lens.
Jordan ~ You may not have been paying attention to me these last few weeks, but if you have, you know how insane I've been going. Now, take that and times it by a hundred and you have a fraction of how I feel right now.
If you were here right now, you'd be pinned down and bloody. Every bone in your body would be shattered, every muscle in your body would be torn. Your teeth would be in your stomache and your nose in you brain. You'd be dead, boy. DEAD.
Jordan turns, placing a hand on each side of him and leaning on the buerau. He continues to stare into the camera, his glazed eyes not faltering for a second.
Jordan ~ Need I remind you I just beat the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion, Matthew Szaban? If I can beat him in a match, I can beat you. It's not like you can even hold a candle to Szaban, let alone me.
You couldn't even beat 'TheMorningStar' Johnny Mental, and Szaban beat HIM! .. and now I beat Szaban. You don't stand a chance you young fucker. I'm going to fucking kill you, and there ain't a damned thing you can do about it either.
Jordan walks back towards the bed. He sits down on the edge.
Jordan ~ I might be talking about you, but I know that my mind is elsewhere. It's on her .. like every other time. No matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about her. You all know who I mean, espiecially Jake.
By Sunday though, I'll be focused. Don't you worry, I'll give you the fight of your life.
Suddenly the lump in the covers moves, moaning a little. It's a feminine voice. Suddenly, a brown haired girl sits up in the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover herself.
She then leans over, wrapping her arms around Jordan's neck. She smiles seductively as Jordan turns his head, smiling at her.
Brunette ~ Baby, you didn't tell me you were going to get cameras. You should have woke me up, I could have helped you.
Jordan chuckles.
Jordan ~ They aren't for that, but we can use them for that after I'm done shooting this promo.
The brunette smiles devilishly.
Brunette ~ Alright honey, I'll go freshen up. Be back in a few ..
She whispers something in his ear so that the camera can't pick it up. Jordan closes his eyes, smiling.
He laughs as she stands up, taking the sheets with her and wrapping them around her so that you can't see anything.
Jordan looks back to the camera.
Jordan ~ .. and I wasn't talking about her.
---
I'm hopeless.
I don't know what to do.
I'm lost in my own madness,
and then I see you.
Everything makes sense when you're around,
except for that one thing.
I just want to know why I can't have you,
and why my phone no longer rings.
It screams at me,
'tell her what you feel.'
but that's the one thing I can't do.
and noe the envelope is sealed.
I love you,
I always have,
I always will,
I'm dying now,
I'm lying down,
and the train's moving ever faster.
You're voice is screaming in my ear,
and my heart is pushing you on.
The gap is widening,
and I'm the bridge.
Walk across now,
before it collapses.
I don't want to lose you,
no, not for good.
I can't deal with this.
It's tearing me apart.
You're inside me,
running through my viens.
I can't believe you're gone,
I still dream about you.
When I close my eyes
I hear your voice,
I see your face,
I smell your hair.
and I want you back.
Come back.
| .. sometimes it seems like these times will never fade. |
