Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Let it happen.
One dose, two, three, four.
I can’t take it anymore.
Five, six, seven, eight.
This I can appreciate.
I’ve lost it,
have I lost you?
Maybe I have.
Come back, come back,
Please, I have changed.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Weren’t we a bond?
Let it happen.
I will change.
I will show you that I care.
One dose, two, three, four.
I can’t take it anymore.
Five, six, seven, eight.
This I can appreciate.
You’re my little sister.
You and I are all that we have left.
Where did you go?
Why are you hurt?
I killed them,
you’re okay now.
That is all that matters.
Why are you not accepting your survival?
Was that not enough for you?
Let it happen.
One dose, two, three, four.
I can’t take it anymore.
Five, six, seven, eight.
This I can appreciate.
The bottle is empty,
I am done.
This poison I’m allowing myself into,
what have I done?
Let me slowly disappear.
I have lost everything.
All that is left is me.
You and I are no more.
Why is it that the only solution,
is to become a monster?
Don’t take my little pride away,
it’s all I have left.
It’s on the end of the line,
before I am no more.
My only adjective is “insanity”.
Look at my eyes,
let that word flow.
Let it happen.
One dose, two, three, four.
I can’t take it anymore.
Five, six, seven, eight.
This I can appreciate.
Let me be reborn,
for I was never born to begin with.
If I was, I would not feel so dead inside.
Take me home,
I want to feel accepted again.
Home is where the heart is they say,
but if only your heart is alive.
I’m alone.
I’ve lost you,
please come back.
I can’t keep wiping my own tears forever,
but it looks like I will.
Pull the trigger,
let it take me away from the pain.
When I say “leave me alone”,
I don’t mean it all the time.
I don’t want to be alone anymore,
I want them back.
Please come back.
What can I live for anymore?
Most monsters are all alone.
Just like me.
I am a monster.
Let it happen.
The drugs are gone.
The alcohol is gone.
They’re gone…
And I am gone too.
I already posted this on Tumblr, but I guess I should post it here also since I haven't posted on here in forever. This poem is about Vaas Montenegro. His reality is depressing as hell, I swear. So I made a poem about it. Go me.
I may put a mature filter on this since it has drugs, alcohol, and suicide mentioning in it. I'll think about it.
Vaas Montenegro © Ubisoft, Far Cry 3
Anyway, from what I can tell, part is about his relationship with Citra?
He killed for her, the first time and again and again and again, but it wasn't enough.
Well, Hoyt got him with money and drugs and I like to imagine, when he is sober, he starts thinking alot. So either he himself, or Hoyt gives him another shot, to keep him in line.
When he gets his shot he just is as crazy as we know him.
I agree with you, his character is kinda depressing. He could live a life with those he loved, who cared for him. He replaced it by a life as some kind of slave. He thinks he controls these pirtaes, but the real boss is still Hoyt.
This poem is really nice. I like you put it as song lyrics, with some kind of chorus.
Good job on that!