No Peace
Disclaimer-
I don't own DBZ. Quite obvious if you ask me, but there you have it just the same.…
the storm,
inside.
the rain,
my tears.
the lightning,
my anger.
the thunder,
my battle-cry.
the wind,
my soul.
hardened heart,
cased within a wall,
of memories that,
wish to be forgotten.
I cry but no one,
Comforts.
I hurt but no one,
Soothes.
Inside,
There is No Peace.
Only the hate.
Only the lust.
Lust for blood,
Lust for war,
Lust for death.
There is no light.
Only darkness.
For inside of me,
There is No Peace.
…
A/N- In case this was difficult for anyone to decipher, it's a poem about the inner workings of Piccolo when he was a 'bad guy'. Not the best poem in the whole world, but the first one I ever wrote about Dragon Ball. Oh, and don't be too worried- I prefer stories to poems, so this was probably a one time deal. I plan to get started on a real story soon, so until then- let me know what you think. Feedback is welcomed.
