A/N: I have no idea what the pairings for this story will be-if there are going to be any, can't decide between GaaSaku and SasuSaku. If you liked my story 'Stalker Soup', then you won't like this. The next chapter of SS will be up later today(I meant to post it three days ago-sorry people), this is just to blow of some steam. This chappie is a poem, next is the real beginning. Oh yeah, three words my people: I'm not emo.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is this story, so back off 'cause it's mine. The poem belongs to me…almost, I got some help from one of my friends. All dibs go to her and me.
Tunneling
Chapter One: The Initiation
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'When the dead come to your door, answer them all.'
-Rie-chan
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Dead are trapped in your mind
Dieing ghosts lay ashen.
Shattered and broken, spread around,
Horrendous screams
Cause bleeding at the sound.
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Watching eyes,
Desperate valour
Circle ye now
Stagger to thy knees,
Beg for thy pleasure
Twisted, desperate pleas.
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Dark is the night; black is my soul,
The creatures are fighting, crawling out of their holes.
Ripping and clawing, tearing of flesh
This is the life, this is the best.
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Preachers must fight, take up their arms
Smite the Devil, break thy bonds.
Now Satan come calling by howling winds
Tortured shrieks through silver moon;
Blood running brightly, red stains the ground
All is forgotten, dead and bound.
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All to feel the stinging
All to see the blood;
Dieing is my staple
Desolation by the flood.
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Crazy is my middle name
Torture is the best of games,
Whips they leave the darkest welts
Chains they cut like leather belts.
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The blood it screams from thy wounds
Marks of thy pain.
Raven call and hammered blows,
Final wishes, forgotten foes.
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Anguish, I cause it
Death, I bear;
Thine instrument of devastation
Lacerate thy flesh.
From my knives, shackles, ropes
Comes the contact of the screams,
Now thy wounds are facets
Of the sanity I do dream.
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The world, it falls to fatal destruction
Fate, it strikes the final blow.
To you, come hither for now I call
Descend upon death row.
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A/N: So, I admit it, that is messed up to the nether reaches of hell, but cut me some slack because I'm already cursing poetry to the dark abysses. I had a horrible time trying to put that in order and as you can tell, I didn't actually succeed in that task. Well that's over, this is really just to stress the point of this fic. If anyone has any ideas as to how I can fix this, pray tell, otherwise I'm probably going to delete this…not that you care. Point of interest, that poem is called "Darkest Games".
Something Random: Cow is a Japanese brand of shaving foam.
Rie-chan