Disclaimer: GW is not my show, the song Forgotten is not mine. It’s original author is Linkin Park
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care
*click click click click* The tap of feet against the floor could be heard in every direction. The sound of heaving breathing echoed all around. A bead of sweat rolled down a cheek then fell to the ground. Strands of thick hair were draped over a pair of shoulders.
There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can’t defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
A boy of fifteen ran in the darkness that surrounded him. Random thoughts of confusion raced through his mind. He was alone, he was frightened, he was desperate to escape. This dark, silent world was maddening.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care
Long ago had he been taken into this world. All he wanted was to escape, to see another person, to once again see the light of day. Ever since he was a child he had been running trying to escape the darkness, but it seemed that the harder he tried the deeper he was pulled in by the darkness.
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
He knew very well where this darkness had come from. It had been locked away in his heart. Shadows of a sorrowful past. Memories of death, struggle, and pain. He couldn’t contain the memories any longer, and they escaped.
Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again
The feelings of pain swallowed him. He was imprisoned by the darkness. ‘I want out. I want to be set free from all this. Someone help!’ he called out in his mind and with his voice. He knew no one would come, but the need to cry out was strong within him.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture’s there
The memory won’t escape me
But why should I care
Suddenly the boy stopped running. Why should he try to escape? He can’t, after all this world was made of his sorrows and pain, and as long as he continued to feel those things, he would never be free. He collapsed to the ground. He lay there for a long time, his breath still heavy. He was so tired. Laying there made him realize he had been running for eight years and hadn’t gotten anywhere. It was time to give up.
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
A small gleam of silver flashed in the distance. He stood up and waited for the gleam to flash once again. Once more he saw the silver gleam, it streaked across the darkness. A blinding burst of light broke through. There was a loud shrill as if the world was crying out from being cut. The boy stood and watched in amazement as the darkness was destroyed. As quickly as it had been broken the darkness wrapped itself tightly around him. He screamed and fell to his knees as the darkness tightly bound him. It felt as if his life was being squeezed out of him. Then it stopped.
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I’m telling you that
I see it right through you
The boy stood up. He had been changed. His wore black clothes. His hair no longer hid his face, it was now pulled back into a tight braid. His violet eyes gleamed with new passion. And in his hands was the beautiful scythe that had set him free. “I am Shinigami.”
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up