Mad Innocence
I can feel the bloodlust
radiating off of me,
I can feel the hate.
I want to kill him,
I've promised I won't.
I kill his children,
loving the feeling of it.
The blood is splattering everywhere,
I like it bloody.
Young children taste so well,
my mission here is done.
I turn to leave,
a door opening and in coming
parents and friends,
fear and wrath in their eyes
when they see what I've done.
They ask me why.
I just look at them, asking them,
did I not tell you? That I'm the worst of kind.
I make you trust me, love me,
then I turn my back. Because,
all I ever loved was me.
Years later,
I'm on a batterfield.
All I do is kill, not caring
wether friend or foe.
I love it, this feeling it gives me.
But then... My knive stops.
I recognise the man in front of me.
The one who I pretended to love.
As goodlooking as usual,
with eyes colder than ice,
all he do is looking at me.
Asking me why.
His ice is rumbling, tumbling,
finally... He cries, he screams,
demanding to know why I left him.
Why I killed those kids,
my friends kids.
I attack him,
risping his cheek mith my knife.
Then I, once again, stands there
looking at him.
He looks back at me,
tears running down his face.
In my chest I feel something wierd.
Water is running down my cheek,
my finger touching it,
tasting it.
What is this feeling?
I've heard of it...
Is this regret?
Then... I feel a spear...
going truth my body.
I see that face...
The face of the man,
who's kids I killed.
I see his flaming red hair
and his eyes filled with wrath.
I see the hate.
I feel myself grow weak,
I feel the ground,
toching my body as I fall.
My Innocence is yelling at me,
demanding to know why I've stopped fighting.
I ignore it... wondering why I'm crying.
I can't help but say a name...
I'm saying a name right before I die...
I do not know why... A small part of me is
telling me... that maybe I did love him...
That maybe I loved all of them...
Everyone of those I hurt,
those I turned my back on.
Yu... Why did I leave you?
Then I fall in to darkness.
