• I found God
    On the corner of first and Amistad
    Where the west was all but won

    A tattered and worn battlefield, covered in the dead and blood; makeshift graves lay adorned with rifles as grave markers, bits of old uniforms fluttering in the wind tied to the guns.
    A lone tree stood on a hill overlooking the land and a lone man, just as tattered and worn as the battlegrounds, sat under that tree, his eyes closed, one hand clenching his side; once white hair now was coated with dried blood and mud, a once blue uniform was now dull, torn and bloodred. A used pistol lay beside the man, the barrel still hot to the touch; his other hand lay upon the gun, loosely holding its trigger.
    Slowly the man opened his eyes looking out over the land and a sad sort of smirk crossed his face; smoke rose up in the horizon, hiding everything else from sight except that massive graveyard before him. Countless bodies lay out in front of him, some buried, most not though; some were merely parts, arms and legs, some just torsos. A bodyless head lay only a few feet from the man's foot, the sky blue eyes still staring out as if asking "why? Why? Why me?"

    There he stood
    Smoking his last cigarette

    The man laughed bitterly, his body shaking slightly in the movement then he closed crimson eyes again, muttering about this being a terrible dream.

    I said where you been
    He said ask anything

    Where were you
    When everything was falling apart?
    All my days were spent by the telephone

    A woman watched sadly in the doorway as a man played a piano; the melody in itself was melancholy and sad but that wasn't what made the woman's heart hurt. It was the man, his hair messy, his usually neat clothes in shambles, that made her feel so sad; blood lay upon his cheek and yet he seemed not to notice, continuing to play amidst broken windows and the sound of falling bombs, each one causing a new scratch, a new rip, a new change in his appearance.
    Finally she spoke out, reaching to grab his sleeve, her voice frantic, "please, please come with me Roderich, its not safe here!"
    He kept playing for a moment more then stopped, looking at her with pain-filled eyes and a nearly crying smile, "I can't...I'm sorry Elizaveta."
    Once more he returned to his playing; it was as if it was a protective charm to him, giving him the impression by playing that he'd be safe from harm. A tear ran down his face as another bomb fell, his right arm starting to bleed; she stepped back away from him, releasing his sleeve. Her eyes widened and tears came to her own eyes; she quickly turned and ran, hearing the bombs still falling.

    That never rang
    And all I needed was a call

    She came down the hall, never looking back, her heart in so much pain; it hadn't been that he rejected her but rather he seemed to have been saying to save herself. She cried out loud in pain, shoving open broken doors to the outside.

    That never came
    To the corner of first and Amistad

    Lost and insecure

    The man continued to laugh in the battlefield graveyard.

    You found me
    You found me
    Laying on the floor

    The woman ran out into a red skied world, accompanied by his music.

    Surrounded
    Surrounded
    Why'd you have to wait?

    The man gripped the gun's trigger tighter.

    Where were you?
    Where were you?
    Just a little late

    The woman heard a bomb fall close by.

    You found me
    You found me

    But in the end
    Everyone ends up alone
    Losing her
    The only one who's ever known

    A blonde man walked through a barren town, buildings fallen in around him, debris lining the streets; a hand stuck out from under some rubble, clenching a Teddy bear, a child's hand that no longer moved. The man took each step without a thought, his blue eyes devoid of emotion; in his arms was a body, a mere boy, cold and still, leaning against the man. The boy, his brown hair still tidy except one long curl protruding from the side, looked to be asleep; the man probably imagined he was just taking another of his siestas. Soon he'd wake and smile and laugh again...
    The man was covered in bruises and cuts and blood, a mess, but such was his lot in life; he kept going despite pain in both his legs, despite fatigue crawling through his body, despite his heart just wanting to stop and drop there. He held the boy closer and never stopped; it was just a little further, said a single thought in his mind, soon me and Feliciano will be safely at home...

    Who I am
    Who I'm not
    And who I wanna be

    He stepped over a discarded doll in the road, his movements automatic; he glanced down at the boy and watched him "sleep".
    "Feliciano..." he muttered to no one.

    No way to know
    How long she will be next to me

    Lost and insecure

    He kept walking, refusing to slow

    You found me
    You found me
    Laying on the floor

    The man looked back up, seeing the now red sky, hearing bombs falling nearby.

    Surrounded
    Surrounded
    Why'd you have to wait

    His feet stumbled and he fell, quickly moving so he landed on his back as not to harm the boy.

    Where were you?
    Where were you?
    Just a little late

    He coughed, blood coming out instead of air.

    You found me
    You found me

    He shut his eyes

    Early morning

    The sound of bombs was heard even to the battlefield.

    The city breaks

    The woman soon found the music drowned out by it.

    And i've been calling for years and years and years and years
    And you never left me no messages

    Three swirled down loudly towards the ground occupied already.

    You never sent me no letters

    Only the woman saw it before hand though.

    You got some kind of nerve

    Her eyes widened.

    Taking all I want!

    Lost and insecure

    The man at the piano heard the crashes and stopped, glancing out the broken windows into his broken town.

    You found me
    You found me
    Lying on the floor

    He stood up, limping from a bleeding leg as he made his way out the room and to the front doors.

    Where were you?
    Where were you?

    The man wandered outside, wincing with each new explosion, hearing far off cries for help; each step brought pain and he found a large gash developed in the palm of his right hand, fresh and deep. He frowned and grabbed a nearby scrap of fabric, wrapping up his hand tight; he continued on with his walk.

    Lost and insecure

    He found the woman first, her dress in tatters, laying on the ground in a heap; she looked like she'd tried to run. He felt his heart sink and reached out, touching her cheek, "Elizaveta..."

    You found me
    You found me
    Laying on the floor

    He found the blonde man next, holding the boy still for dear life though both were now drenched in their own blood and covered in shrapnel. He gulped, his heart falling deeper and he sighed, closing his eyes, "Ludwig...Feliciano..."

    Surrounded
    Surrounded
    Why'd you have to wait?

    He kept walking, soon leaving town and coming to an endless battleground filled with rifle tombstones and discarded lifes.

    Where were you?
    Where were you?
    Just a little late

    And there he found the other man, his hand still holding the gun, his face still looking like it was laughing among cuts and gashes; his body was ripped apart and the man turned his face away, though not in disgust. He couldn't let the man, even dead, see him cry, "G-Gilbert..."

    You found me
    You found me...

    ~~~~~
    Veneziano: Another sad songfic…..

    Gilbert: I'm dead?

    Ludwig: Vene…

    Veneziano; I'm sorry! The song is "You Found Me" by the Fray