Play Me Madness
If life is a cruel game played by the hands of the Abyss, these are the characters deluded in their own mind of insanity. Of Break and Gilbert.
Because Xerxes Break is an egoist man. And we are all victims of Madness.
Eye blinded, hands grasping for thin air and voices calling for unanswered name. He wished he could undo the contract and instead of foregoing his eye, he'll bring the Abyss down with him to the darkness.
The one thing he's a little bit too familiar with.
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Mad Hatter was a man of sorrow
He felt his chest hollow
and his head heavy of thought
Of the sky and the draught.
The air was thick and heavy
of gray fog on a Sunday eve.
With one good red eye he observe
watching the Raven cast its wings.
Its legs tied to a ring.
Croaking as the chain of the Nightray's.
He saw the Black Rabbit muttering foul words.
Hiding a glimpse of blush between her dark locks
He saw the boy
the one in between everything
the scariest of all people.
Beside himself, of course.
Mad Hatter is a sorrow man.
He'd steal the lady's tart and gobble it up all.
'Off with his head!' she said.
'Take my other eye instead'
'Cat's love it, and so will you'
The lady blushed, and Mad Hatter smile
He'd kiss her hard on the lips
Till it bled with red liquor and blue with bruise
But that'll be sick
Twisted
And exactly like a Mad Hatter
We're all mad
And sad like a Mad Hatter.
Because Gilbert Nightray is already mad. With loyalty that will never be repaid.
To be used, over and over again. Like a broken pocket watch forced to spin the hand of time. Like a broken doll, to dance the impossible play. Like a faithful dog, barking on its master hand before thrown into the dark night.
Don't leave me, he said
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Raven's eyes are yellow
Dulled amber with dark circles bellow
He'd smoke a pack or two
And tossed a stick or two.
He'd stop smoking
glare the Black Rabbit and give her a mocking.
He'd watched his master
He'll see his looks
and throw his glance away.
Because it's painful
and he had it a hands full.
He'll reached his gun
Its edge rusted with age
its hilt coated with dried blood
He'll swing his legs and make his pace
to the door once closed.
Soaring the road with Raven on his shoulder
he'll search for Echo and Noise
for they'll bring him to Dearest Brother.
Hate to admit it, he have to agree with Dearest Brother.
the Black Rabbit was to be dead
a feast for the hungry crow
And two times a row
Master will be pleased
and Raven will be praised
Or so he thought.
First attempt on making this kind of dark fic D: