This is my most recent depressive story revolving around the events of The Shroud. First from Daniels POV, now from Vala's, next will be from Sam. Might as well make a series.
Note: This was written before I actually saw the Shroud, so its just based off spoilers.
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Going Under
Now I will
tell you what I've done for you
50 thousand tears I've
cried
Screaming Deceiving and Bleeding for you
And you still
won't hear me
Eight years I've spent building the barriers.
Letting no one in.
Eight years.
And you managed to break them down in twenty minutes.
I learned long ago never to trust anyone.
Ever.
All you get is stabbed in the back.
Don't want
your hand this time I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for
once
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought
I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again
First it was my father.
I should have learned it then.
He married his mistress not even two months after my mother had died.
I'm going
under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break
through
I'm going under
And I'm not even going to start with her.
Then my fiancee.
I caught him with one of his old girlfriends.
I should have seen it then.
Blurring
and Stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real
and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I
can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again
But I never got the chance.
Adria had set it up that I would be chosen as the new host to Qetesh.
For ten years I watched myself kill old friends.
People I had cared about.
People that didn't deserve to die.
I'm going
under
Drowing in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break
through
Then along came Lec'nesh, the Tok'ra.
He took the symboite out of me.
Then left me to fend for myself on a planet I once called home.
I should have found myself a nice lonely planet to live on where there was no one to betray me.
So go on
and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away
I won't be broken
again
I've got to breathe I can't keep going under
But I stayed.
Might as well have been stoned to death.
Finally I got away.
I'm dying
again
I'm going under
Drowing in you
I'm falling
forever
I've got to break through
Eight years of building the walls, so I would never be hurt again.
Then I meet you and the walls are gone.
And things were nice.
I had friends.
Honest people who at least somewhat trusted me.
And I had you.
I'm going
under
Drowing in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break
through
Then you go and pull a stunt like this.
I hope you rot in hell.
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