Last Titan Standing

By Flying Star

Disclaimer: The store window said, Teen Titans: cheap. But lie of lies, it was really for a brand of wrench. In other words, I don't own Teen Titans.

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Dark Poem. What if you were the last one standing, the last one alive? How would you cope, how would you feel? What if there was something more unsaid? Let's see, shall we. Do you know who's talking/thinking?

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A fool was I, to believe we could win.

Every battle, hope was growing dim.

A simple battle, gone out of control.

My building guilt, draining my soul.

I watched you fall, eyes wide with pain...

Your dying voice calling my name.

You are all dead now, bodies lying still.

I stare at you against my will.

Surrounded by your burning bones...

Knowing I cannot go home.

The despair hits with frightening speed...

Instilling in me the urgent need...

To flee this sickening scene.

For what I have seen...

Is my deepest fear come true.

And strangly enough, I always knew.

That death would come from within...

And only my end might wash away my sin.

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Death, a new end. A character's torment. I had a particular titan in mind when I wrote this, and it's probably not who you think. Please if you read, review. As usual, I love people's thoughts.