Post by A Moment In Subtext on Feb 9, 2008 0:46:43 GMT -5
Doctor Who
Broken Toys
By. A Moment In Subtext
You were always good at breaking this, Master, starting with the law and working your way onward. But you never understood that there are some things you just shouldn't break. You never understood about setting limits, you just went on, breaking and breaking and breaking until you couldn't go on anymore.
This time, first, you broke the illusion of the professor. This simple, brilliant man who did so much good, but even from within the chameleon arch you had to break something. So you came free, and the illusion shattered. You broke Chantho's faith in the man she loved, just before you broke her body.
-- discarded, like it was nothing, like she was nothing, the last of her kind, and its genocide again --
Then you broke my Tardis. Sure, she was outdated, but she was all I had left of Gallifrey. You couldn't leave that alone, so you stole her. And once you had her you took her lovely yellow-green insides and perverted them, turned her into an ugly monstrocity.
-- my beautiful ship, turned inside out, raw and red and bleeding, screaming in my head --
When you got to the place you wanted to be, you chose a human, and you broke her. Lucy is a lovely woman, or she had been, before you broke her. Her spirit is diluted, her mind is weak and so easily distracted, she's naive in all the ways she shouldn't be.
-- a porcelean doll with glass eyes, prized and petted and put on a shelf, just because you could --
After that you destroyed Utopia, the final resting place of the human race. You could have let them die off in peace, the way they'd been meant to, but you couldn't. So you went and you gathered them together, used your mental abilities to delude them into doing what you wanted and you set them free.
-- bodyless, twisted minds, with hopes of diamond skies and a desire to kill, their nature rewritten on a whim --
For them you broke Time herself, you ripped a hole right through her, and out they came, like blood. A pulsing gash in the fabric of reality, held together by your other broken toys. You looked at it and called it beautiful.
-- Time screams and you refuse to listen, always pushing, and its wrong wrong wrong --
You couldn't be content with that, so you broke the earth. You gave its people to your pets, tore its continents apart and burned its oceans. What land was left you turned into shipyards, and the people you turned into slaves.
-- huddled masses, cowering in corners, dirty faces and lost hope, and you're right, its the end of the world --
Well, you were right. You won. You broke me. Everything you did in life, but it was your death that broke me. I never thought you do it, that you'd let yourself die, but you were always pushing the limits, and you finally pushed too far.
-- I cling to your body, rocking in tune with your drums, the silence in my head hurts and I'm broken --
And in the very end, you broke the universe too, because you can't have a negative quantity, you just can't. But there are negative one Time Lords in existance, now, and its all your fault.
Broken Toys
By. A Moment In Subtext
You were always good at breaking this, Master, starting with the law and working your way onward. But you never understood that there are some things you just shouldn't break. You never understood about setting limits, you just went on, breaking and breaking and breaking until you couldn't go on anymore.
This time, first, you broke the illusion of the professor. This simple, brilliant man who did so much good, but even from within the chameleon arch you had to break something. So you came free, and the illusion shattered. You broke Chantho's faith in the man she loved, just before you broke her body.
-- discarded, like it was nothing, like she was nothing, the last of her kind, and its genocide again --
Then you broke my Tardis. Sure, she was outdated, but she was all I had left of Gallifrey. You couldn't leave that alone, so you stole her. And once you had her you took her lovely yellow-green insides and perverted them, turned her into an ugly monstrocity.
-- my beautiful ship, turned inside out, raw and red and bleeding, screaming in my head --
When you got to the place you wanted to be, you chose a human, and you broke her. Lucy is a lovely woman, or she had been, before you broke her. Her spirit is diluted, her mind is weak and so easily distracted, she's naive in all the ways she shouldn't be.
-- a porcelean doll with glass eyes, prized and petted and put on a shelf, just because you could --
After that you destroyed Utopia, the final resting place of the human race. You could have let them die off in peace, the way they'd been meant to, but you couldn't. So you went and you gathered them together, used your mental abilities to delude them into doing what you wanted and you set them free.
-- bodyless, twisted minds, with hopes of diamond skies and a desire to kill, their nature rewritten on a whim --
For them you broke Time herself, you ripped a hole right through her, and out they came, like blood. A pulsing gash in the fabric of reality, held together by your other broken toys. You looked at it and called it beautiful.
-- Time screams and you refuse to listen, always pushing, and its wrong wrong wrong --
You couldn't be content with that, so you broke the earth. You gave its people to your pets, tore its continents apart and burned its oceans. What land was left you turned into shipyards, and the people you turned into slaves.
-- huddled masses, cowering in corners, dirty faces and lost hope, and you're right, its the end of the world --
Well, you were right. You won. You broke me. Everything you did in life, but it was your death that broke me. I never thought you do it, that you'd let yourself die, but you were always pushing the limits, and you finally pushed too far.
-- I cling to your body, rocking in tune with your drums, the silence in my head hurts and I'm broken --
And in the very end, you broke the universe too, because you can't have a negative quantity, you just can't. But there are negative one Time Lords in existance, now, and its all your fault.