This is a Deathfic, Death of a character, and Suicide fic. The
poem belongs to me. I don't own Gundam Wing. This is going to be the first
in a series of suicides by the G-boys. (The Suicide Saga)
Shinigami's turn.
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
The breath is cold,
And sends shivers down my spine.
But it is strangly pleasent,
A part of me.
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
For everytime anybody or anything dies,
I feel bad and sad and mad,
But somewhat happy and content and glad.
Oh why?
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
I know why now.
God has doomed to walk the earth,
As Death.
I can not die.
Just lead two lives.
One-A happy-go-lucky teenager,
Two-The God of Death, Shinigami.
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
'So it has come to this,' I thought, staring down. 'I'm glad I left a note to Heero. He'll understand...........I hope....'
I still didn't beleive it, I guess. My world was fine. The happiness I showed wasn't fake. But something inside made me do it. A fire. And the only way to kill it off was by putting water over it. And that was in suicide. Yeah, at first I controlled it by self-harm. But it made me distant from my friends. They noticed too much. And anyway, the fire didn't die, and I wasn't keeping up happiness. So I gave up. There I stood, taking the easy way out. This was the most difficult type of suicide. I could live, but be paralyzed or disabled for the rest of my life. And it wasn't see the blood, feel no pain, die suicide. It was leap off a tall building with the wind rushing past my ears, thinking back. Reconsendering, wanting to start again. But when you're flying though the air like that, you can't change your mind. So I did what I wanted to do before it happened;
Told Heero that I loved him,
Called Wufei Wufei for once,
Paided Quarte back the money I owed him
and gave Trowa a new hairstyle.
'Goodbye, world! Here I'm come, Hell!' I yelled, defintly differnt from 'Jernomio!' And I died, on the concrete slabs below. I died smiling, and holding the Bible.
Shinigami's turn.
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
The breath is cold,
And sends shivers down my spine.
But it is strangly pleasent,
A part of me.
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
For everytime anybody or anything dies,
I feel bad and sad and mad,
But somewhat happy and content and glad.
Oh why?
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
I know why now.
God has doomed to walk the earth,
As Death.
I can not die.
Just lead two lives.
One-A happy-go-lucky teenager,
Two-The God of Death, Shinigami.
Everywhere I go,
I feel the chilin' cold breath of Death.
And people fall before me, and after me as well,
Fall to their knees, bowing to the God of Death, The Shinigami.
'So it has come to this,' I thought, staring down. 'I'm glad I left a note to Heero. He'll understand...........I hope....'
I still didn't beleive it, I guess. My world was fine. The happiness I showed wasn't fake. But something inside made me do it. A fire. And the only way to kill it off was by putting water over it. And that was in suicide. Yeah, at first I controlled it by self-harm. But it made me distant from my friends. They noticed too much. And anyway, the fire didn't die, and I wasn't keeping up happiness. So I gave up. There I stood, taking the easy way out. This was the most difficult type of suicide. I could live, but be paralyzed or disabled for the rest of my life. And it wasn't see the blood, feel no pain, die suicide. It was leap off a tall building with the wind rushing past my ears, thinking back. Reconsendering, wanting to start again. But when you're flying though the air like that, you can't change your mind. So I did what I wanted to do before it happened;
Told Heero that I loved him,
Called Wufei Wufei for once,
Paided Quarte back the money I owed him
and gave Trowa a new hairstyle.
'Goodbye, world! Here I'm come, Hell!' I yelled, defintly differnt from 'Jernomio!' And I died, on the concrete slabs below. I died smiling, and holding the Bible.