Initially what I wrote didn't come out the way I wanted it to, but this is CLOSER to what I wanted, so I might settle for it:) The concept behind it was inspired by Amy's "What is there inside me besides pain" or something like that. And where I got the inspiration for the poem itself is... well... obvious, isn't it:)

WHAT IS THERE INSIDE ME BESIDES BITTERNESS AND PAIN

What is there inside me besides bitterness and pain?

There are the remnants of a noble heart.

And somebody who would fly to the moon for you.

There's somebody who would draw their sword,

and fight for your honor,

even if you were in the wrong.

There's somebody who would stay under water for you,

until the water filled their lungs,

even as their breath bubbled by.

There's somebody who would stand by your side,

ready to face the world,

even if all the world was against you.

There's somebody who would let go of all their principles,

and all their values,

if it would make you happy.

There's somebody who would sit still,

while their fingers were chopped off one by one,

if it would save you from pain.

There's somebody who would swallow their pride, apologize,

and change their ways,

if it was what you wanted.

There's somebody who would leave all of their possessions,

and all the world behind,

if it meant you would come with them.

There's somebody who would turn their life around,

and give up all their dreams,

if it meant that you could live yours.

There's somebody who would do anything you ask,

except to leave your side,

because they love you more than anyone else in the world.

I stuck in the "would fly to the moon for you" because... I wanted to! heh. Although really if you think about it, flying to the moon must not be very fun, it must be 10 times worse than flying from here to London, which already has a 47% suicide rate:P I guess I did that because it must be neat to have someone performing Superman like feats for you, heh. I still think it sounds cool!

So here's the original attempt:

WHO RESTS BEHIND THESE EYES?

Somebody who would face life in a dark dank cell,

if it would buy you freedom.

Somebody who would fall forever,

if it would let you fly.

Somebody who would drain all the blood from their body,

if it would let blood flow through yours.

Somebody who would hold their breath till death,

if it would let you breathe.

Somebody who would wound every inch of their body,

if it would heal yours.

Somebody who would face torture for life,

if it would buy you safety.

Somebody who would lie to the world,

if it would keep your secrets safe.

Somebody who would murder all of humanity,

if it would stop you from dying.

Somebody who would run their sword through themself,

if it would save your life.