TVoaP Chapter 1THE VOICE OF A PROPHETChapter OneSETSUNA~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Your lyrics are always so sad, Kyo-chan." Lifting my dark chocolate hues slowly, I shot a sharp glare at the tall male looking over my little pocket-sized blue notebook in his hands, the one I always kept on me for my poetry. One never knew when inspiration would hit, thus it's tiny, mobile size. I had left it out on the table before me while I was gazing intently at the ever-interesting empty spot before me, deep in my own pointless thoughts while waiting for the bassist to get his happy ass into the practice room.
TVoaP Chapter 8THE VOICE OF A PROPHETChapter EightGAUZE~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Pain. That was all I felt inside me anymore.Writhing against a backdrop of abandoned machinery in agony. Pain. I wanted to express it outwardly.Gripping stiff bars to keep my tiny body in place as I jerked about violently. Pain. I was slowly getting addicted to the feeling.Watching the fire reflect in the camera lens, feeling the heat against my form. Geist, selle, wille, zelle. Can you feel the hurt inside me yet? Needless to say, I didnt want to be an Indies band anymore. No more huge, extremely girly cos
TVoaP Chapter 6THE VOICE OF A PROPHETChapter SixJEALOUS~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Silence. The perfect soundtrack for when I was lost in my own mind, scribbling down poetry and lyrics from the depths of my soul. My pen scratched at the soft rice paper in my small blue notebook as I reworded and rearranged, broke apart and took out the kanji. My lyrics this time were sad, and I even frowned a bit as I thought them out, thinking them over. Seated on the floor of the practice room I was alone, my knees brought up to my chest. I could think about work here. I was more motivated to get things done. The soft scent of cigaret
TVoaP Chapter 5THE VOICE OF A PROPHETChapter FiveFOG AND COCOON~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Are you sure you want to do it like that, Kyo-san?" Lifting a gloved hand to brush a strand of flyaway black-again hair from my dark eyes, I nodded my head. The rest of the band was already positioned behind me, instruments ready. We were making another music video. This time though I hadn't wanted to be pretty - I wanted to hurt. Exchanging a few worried glances with the rest of the camera tech, they moved in to me. I don't know where I got this wild idea from. It could have p
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