Fairly Local

 
It was late at night and there was music softly playing from Vlad's transmitter, '12;' if Noah wasn't mistaken. He had been fighting to keep there and Blur gone and winning for the most part, but night time was hard. It always had been for him. He always thought twice about his life, but now he had a firm reason to fight. Vlad and he had recently healed the distance between them caused by Blur and he was well enough to be able to take tha pain and ignite it in a passion to have his dark counterpart removed from his mind for good. Feeling himself on the brink of a nightmare, Noah tied a noose around his mind loose enough to breathe fine. He took the other end of the noose and tied it off to a burned and flame scarred tree nearby so he couldn't float anywhere as he screamed into the darkness of his mind, 'You belong to me, Blur! This ain't a noose.. This is a leash and I have news for you.. You must obey me!'

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   Little by little he slipped deeper into his sleep until his fiance's song became nothing but a distorted sound loudly playing from seemingly no where. When he reopened his eyes, it was freezing cold and he was standing back to back with Jay. His best friend said nothing, just breathing quietly while facing int he opisite direction; not even complaining about how cold it was. 

I’m evil to the core

What I shouldn't do I will

They say I’m emotional

What I wanna save I’ll kill

Is that who I truly am?

I truly don’t have a chance

Tomorrow I’ll keep a beat

And repeat yesterday’s dance

Yo, this song will never be on the radio

Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote


It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional

Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral

The world around us is burning but we’re so cold

It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional