Disclaimer: OKAY! this was written with Schwartz in mind, Not all of them, I had a mental picture of Schuschu and Nagi-kins when i wrote this ^_^ It also holds no resemblance to anything that happens in Weiss Kruez, I don't think O_o! It was just written for fun. I don't own "Weiss Kruez" or Schwartz or any of the drool worthy bishounen *whines* They are property of Project Weiss and Koyasu Takehito *Pouts* Not mine..Never will be, soooo unfair! However the poem IS mine *cackles* I didn't borrow anything from anywhere to create this, Its the product of my twisted mind ^_^ Im also rating it PG just incase the content is too..umm..*thinks* sickening *smirks* Although personally i don't think it is, Oh and if anyone reads this and wonders if Shounen-Ai is implied it all depends on which way its looked at, I personally am a big fan of Shounen-ai and Yaoi but it wasn't intended, I must be writing it subconciously *grins*. Ahh well Ii darou! Please R+R!!!
Forgotten Souls
A demon crys,
The feathers from his black wings fall,
His hope faded away,
He no longer posesses the courage to stand tall.
The fallen angel of the night,
With such pensive eyes,
Searches for his purpose,
While the cold numbing wind,
Wash away his sighs.
A boy walks the streets,
Broken,battered and torn,
Crimson liquid flowing from white flesh,
Exsistance only holding pain,
Upon his face, no laughter is born.
Both worlds collide,
With a sickening smack,
The helplessness, The tears,
Echo with the crack,
Lips quirk in a smile,
Understanding flickers through,
Hands grasp and join,
In that moment, their concience,
They slew.
Skin is slashed, to take away the hurt,
A fresh pool of scarlet,
Tainting and colouring the darkened dirt.
A joining of two hearts, That were never there,
Never knowing, Love or care,
They need no words,
Nothing to say,
Clinging to each other, They rip the world away.
The corpses of others, Face down in the ground,
Yet all the souls they've taken,
Their own they have never found.
A wish on a dying star, cradles their blossoming dreams,
With the growing light they meld into the life,
Of someone else, a curtain pushed over their eyes.
Still at night the screams do bounce,
Off the blood ridden walls,
The images fade away,
While in the distance, Another voice calls.
They turn and look back,
Before walking away,
Orbs containing such hatred and ice,
They play the game of life,
Yet they never loose the dice.
Bish.
AN: *smirks* Oh how i love writing dark poems! *cackles* REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! *scampers away listening to "Other side of the moon" and glomping her Schu plushie* Ahhh gotta love the Weiss kittens..they sing so damn well *drools* ahem..ANNNYWAY!! Review!! comon ya know ya want to!! ya all love me really!! *cackles* ^_^
Forgotten Souls
A demon crys,
The feathers from his black wings fall,
His hope faded away,
He no longer posesses the courage to stand tall.
The fallen angel of the night,
With such pensive eyes,
Searches for his purpose,
While the cold numbing wind,
Wash away his sighs.
A boy walks the streets,
Broken,battered and torn,
Crimson liquid flowing from white flesh,
Exsistance only holding pain,
Upon his face, no laughter is born.
Both worlds collide,
With a sickening smack,
The helplessness, The tears,
Echo with the crack,
Lips quirk in a smile,
Understanding flickers through,
Hands grasp and join,
In that moment, their concience,
They slew.
Skin is slashed, to take away the hurt,
A fresh pool of scarlet,
Tainting and colouring the darkened dirt.
A joining of two hearts, That were never there,
Never knowing, Love or care,
They need no words,
Nothing to say,
Clinging to each other, They rip the world away.
The corpses of others, Face down in the ground,
Yet all the souls they've taken,
Their own they have never found.
A wish on a dying star, cradles their blossoming dreams,
With the growing light they meld into the life,
Of someone else, a curtain pushed over their eyes.
Still at night the screams do bounce,
Off the blood ridden walls,
The images fade away,
While in the distance, Another voice calls.
They turn and look back,
Before walking away,
Orbs containing such hatred and ice,
They play the game of life,
Yet they never loose the dice.
Bish.
AN: *smirks* Oh how i love writing dark poems! *cackles* REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! *scampers away listening to "Other side of the moon" and glomping her Schu plushie* Ahhh gotta love the Weiss kittens..they sing so damn well *drools* ahem..ANNNYWAY!! Review!! comon ya know ya want to!! ya all love me really!! *cackles* ^_^