excuse the fact that it’s on soundcloud, i wish it wasn’t, but uh
@the-nerf-house enabled me WAY too fucking much, so. here’s a fansong from jordan’s perspective about ianite’s death! please excuse every part of this including my voice and the absolute shit quality but hey what can you do
lyrics below the cut
not with a bang, but a whisper
not with a splash. but a drop.
i wonder if i said i missed her
that it could’ve possibly- stopped.
it started so small and i saw it
it started, but still, we pretend
but like sand and like ash,
the world all comes to crash down at my stupid feet
it’s her end.
it’s my. end.
am i nothing, am i just a pawn here
do the gods hold my soul close to hate
when it feels like there won’t be a dawn near
who am i, yet again, to tempt fate
i am too late.
i’m always too late.
back at home
when she was unknown
i was all that she had in the world-
her and i, me and she
one to one, as were we
and i did
everything
i was told.
what good did that- hold.
what good did i hold.
and what good is a hero who is nothing, not bold,
who am i to decide
what is wrong, what is right
all i have now to work with
is dark and the light
i gave what i could
and i did what i should
and i still never knew if she knew me as good
i’m alone and afraid and i’m useless and weak
and you waited for someone who was top of the peak
you were given a nothing, a shadow, a fake
just some boy, just some thing, that would make your heart ache
for the man who you missed, for the husband you lost
what a price we all paid, and i dared set the cost‒
you- you weren’t the goddess i followed.
you weren’t the goddess i loved.
but your leaving has left me so‒ hollowed.
i wonder‒ do you watch from above.
can you hear me.
can you see me.
do you know me‒
please believe me.
i’m sorry
i’m so sorry.
i’m so sorry.
gods, i’m sorry.
but i’m not allowed to just whimper.
i’m not allowed to just- stop.
not with a bang, but a whisper.
not with a splash. but a drop.
