Everything builds up over time…
I have come to learn intelligence equals out to being able to logically spin every horrible moment into a sequence where it doesn't have to affect the mind, or so people must obviously think. Because I am able to convert the most impossible battle tactics in something plausible, I am also able to change my emotions to make them a random invalid thought passing by. So many people assume this to be true. It's not. I wish I could count up enough atoms and neutrons in my skull to make the misery go away. Wash the blood from my hands away with the mathematical equations of life. Cover my dead teachers' eyes with the sheets of musical scores and symbols only Mozart and few others like me could read. Give the life back to so many dead shinobi just by reciting the lost arts of poetry such as Shakespeare and the like. Oh I wish I was smart enough to know that.
Everything builds up over time…
I'm a genius. I know six hundred and twenty-four guides to torture someone. One hundred and six ways to seduce gullible woman and men alike. Forty-eight steps on how to mind control anyone against their will. The list of procedures, steps, positions, and etc go on like a broken record inside my head. All the answers and guides in the world though couldn't prepare me for you. Couldn't prepare me for rule #17 in handbook of love for dummies, "Never expect blonde haired woman to be faithful, the only exception to this rule: Uchiha."
Everything builds up over time…
I'm reduced down to now laying my back on harden floors of dirt and decay. Lying on top of sheets of blood that belong to a nameless comrade I was sworn to protect. Trying to keep my arms close enough to my body so it won't touch the torn off leg ligament not even 5 steps away from me. Keeping my eyes toward the gray sky so it won't stray over to my, dear blonde headed, friend that lies in a disembodied position. River of blood slowly but surely leaving out the side of chest, where I know a katana is embedded. My eyes close to keep out the nightmares of today.
Everything builds up over time….
A working and well-formed mind should not be wasted…or so they tell me. Wasted, faded away, and corroded into nothing but dust. That is my state of mind as of now. Sitting in a window ledge not staring at anything, but the clouds that now always seem gray and painful, lined with a red lining. Not sliver. Letting my soul float into the air with the last breath of my closes allies and friends.
Everything builds up over time….
Maybe if I wasn't so smart I would be dumb enough to forget everything over time. My brain cells won't let me forget. Fuck the gift of photographic memory. Look where it leads me. Did I forget to mention I know seventy-one ways to commit suicide? I guess most people would over look to say that. Maybe not. All I know is I'm tired of envisioning a friend that will never smile again, a girl that will never love me, a blood stain that will always stay on my shirt, and wounds that will never fully heal. Fuck it all. The last thing my neutrons and atom registered was that the clouds were rolling away for clear sunny day.
Disclaimer: I do not own naruto or any of characters and etc.