That’s not it,
she’s not yours.
Why?
Why isn’t she mine?
You shouldn’t chase her,
you don’t deserve her.
Why?
She’s not yours,
She’s a kid. A human being.
She’s not a kid,
She’s a key.
Glowing, green, energy ball,
Stuffed in a meat wrapper
the one that will end it all,
end our suffering
Why?
She was made that way.
She’s evil, that key.
Shallow cuts, that’s the key to the key,
She’ll die, the world will die,
We’ll all die.
Just for the Glory of a Hell God.
Just to get her home.
Death is her gift...
The Slayer.
The one who will save us all,
She will jump through the portal.
End herself.
Save us.
That one sacrifice.
Selfless, heaven bound.
Buffy.