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The Sound of Silence: By: Fancy Face
Hello darkness my old friend
I've come with talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence
"You're one of us now..." Those words still echo through out my head. Finding out that I was an Immortal was one of the biggest shocks of my life. One of? Hell, it was the biggest. The worst part is you can't get out of the Game no matter how much you try or how much you want to. Most kids my age have to worry about what school they're going to go to, or what they'll be doing the rest of their lives. Me, I won't be doing any of that. The only thing I'll be worrying about is keeping my head on my shoulders for as long as I can.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Split the night
And touched the sound of silence
Mac thinks I'll do just fine. In truth, I'm screwed, and I'm scared shitless. I'm different from Mac. The Highlander has a long and interesting history, and a place where he can call home. Not only that, but he can is one with the sword. All I have is a crappy ass child hood, and fast food joints to call my home. As for me with a sword, I don't know. I might be good but I'm not that good.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
To stir the sound of silence
It's hard for me to walk down the city streets. People going about their normal lives. I just keep my guard up and pray that some wracked out Immortal doesn't come to take my head. What makes it worse that Mac can't help me. The stupid ass rules say that only one can take on another, but oh well. I'm use to pulling myself out of a bad sitution, but this might be more then I can handle.
Fool said I you do not know silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words and I might teach you
Take my arms then I might reach you
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
I try to talk to Mac about it sometimes but it doesn't go very far. Hell, I hardly get a sentence out before I back away. Mac knows how I am and sometimes he leaves me alone but other times he'll try to push it out of me, but thats when I get pissed at him, and brush him off.
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon God they'd made
And the sign flashed its warning in the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls and whispered in the sounds of silence
So, in the end, I'm the only one I can count on, and pray that I live one more day. As the Old Guy says: "Live. Grow stronger. Fight another day." Thats the motto I'll forever have to live by. And that's all I have for now.
[Song: Sound of Silence, By: Simon and Garfunkel]