Tamara
-A very sad poem in honor of Tamara Lea Kaisen.
When reading this, you might get a clue to what
is really happening in Digimon:TR, if you pay attention.
There are peices of the conspiracy in this poem, so try
and figure it out!
I get sick quite often
I have disease
I have no fiends
they're afraid of me
I cough up blood
the doctors say..
eight months
and then I'm DEAD
Then 'she' came into my life
a girl who's mother now lives in strife
neither dead or alive is her mother now
by saving people without why, just how
because of this she is eased
by sometimes coming to visit me
my feelings that she so defends
with her the fun seems to never end
then one day she must leave
not a bitter whisper did she speak
I realize then her mother was dead
as I lay there in my hospice bed
I took more medicine so I could say
"Kara you're my best friend"
she left me
there and then
I was alone-again
after that, a deep shadow was cast in my room
it carried a scythe
and the tune
of the wind changed
as the earth fell silent on me
their voice to range
no angels bid me sleep
I dare not make a peep
as he reached out to my throat
he would not stop
he strangled and groped
to choke me
to set me free?
then, I fell
pale as snow
dropped on my bed
my pulse-zero
the doctors rushed in
and with dread
to find me there-
dead
with horror and fright
they looked upon me
such burden and blight
they said to my mother
but they did not lie
my mother then committed suicide
my dear best friend
when she found out
it was normal
I couldn't hold out
I took too much
that's what they say
I WAS MURDERED!
with out my hands to pray
I am now alone again
not referred to without some yen
this is the fate
I could not escape
my name was Tamara
and I had a disease
I had one friend
but she regrets knowing me
my life was meaningless
I see it all now
please forgive me
my death I allowed
-A very sad poem in honor of Tamara Lea Kaisen.
When reading this, you might get a clue to what
is really happening in Digimon:TR, if you pay attention.
There are peices of the conspiracy in this poem, so try
and figure it out!
I get sick quite often
I have disease
I have no fiends
they're afraid of me
I cough up blood
the doctors say..
eight months
and then I'm DEAD
Then 'she' came into my life
a girl who's mother now lives in strife
neither dead or alive is her mother now
by saving people without why, just how
because of this she is eased
by sometimes coming to visit me
my feelings that she so defends
with her the fun seems to never end
then one day she must leave
not a bitter whisper did she speak
I realize then her mother was dead
as I lay there in my hospice bed
I took more medicine so I could say
"Kara you're my best friend"
she left me
there and then
I was alone-again
after that, a deep shadow was cast in my room
it carried a scythe
and the tune
of the wind changed
as the earth fell silent on me
their voice to range
no angels bid me sleep
I dare not make a peep
as he reached out to my throat
he would not stop
he strangled and groped
to choke me
to set me free?
then, I fell
pale as snow
dropped on my bed
my pulse-zero
the doctors rushed in
and with dread
to find me there-
dead
with horror and fright
they looked upon me
such burden and blight
they said to my mother
but they did not lie
my mother then committed suicide
my dear best friend
when she found out
it was normal
I couldn't hold out
I took too much
that's what they say
I WAS MURDERED!
with out my hands to pray
I am now alone again
not referred to without some yen
this is the fate
I could not escape
my name was Tamara
and I had a disease
I had one friend
but she regrets knowing me
my life was meaningless
I see it all now
please forgive me
my death I allowed