ObsessionI no longer
Haven't those intense urges anymore
That moment when I'm so overwhelmed
Where the world seems to collapse on me
And I get that tightness in my chest
That signals a meeting with my little razorblade
That doesn't happen anymore
You would think that's a good thing
But it's not
I now just feel like I want to
I want to feel the cool touch of the metal
I want to see the crimson liquid as it flowers
Against my pale marble skin
I want to feel the sharp sting of the aftermath
It's gone from a coping method
And a survival tool
To an addiction
An addiction to something
No longer needed
I want to simply feel the happiness
And the calm that comes after
The adrenaline rush and high
That comes with
Tearing open your own skin.
More Than EnoughEdward yawned as he set his empty water glass on the kitchen counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.
Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy books anymore? No matter how much he studied or how he longed to feel the exhilarating surge of energy flowing through his fingers again, it wouldn't return that part of him.
Not that he really cared. The sacrifice had been small compared to the overwhelming, almost painful joy of getting his brother back, and he'd gladly give it up for Al again...and more, if he had to. A hundred times over.
The 26-year-old reached up and pulled out his pony-tail, letting long, blond hair fall loose around his shoulders and flop in his bleary eyes. He stifled another yawn, his metal leg creaking in protest as he dragged his feet down the hallway; the anticipation of soft pillows and warm arms calling him to sleep.
A sharp cry met his ears just when he reached the bedroom door, and all thoughts of sleep fled his mind a
Elixir - PrologueMunich, Germany
Soldiers marched the streets of Munich in sync, gun's strapped to their backs. A little boy stood in the doorway of his home staring out at the men with dark golden irises. His wet blond hair lay on his neck, icy in the night breeze.
"Jez," Ed stressed. He pulled his son back and closed the door, locking it. He gently picked up the boy brushing back his wet bangs. "Please," he said, "don't go outside buddy."
Ed turned walking up the stairs. As they entered the little bedroom Ed let Jez down. The little blond ran to the window looking down at the soldier filled street. "Is Uncle Al down there?" he asked curiously, watching the men's guns swing with their strides.
Ed shook his head. "Nope, Uncle Al is at the warehouse. Nobody is supposed to leave the buildings." He sat down on the bed, patting his knee as he picked up a comb. "Come on; let's get your hair fixed before you catch a cold."
Jez ran over quickly, climbing into his father's lap. Ed began to dry his hair wi