Wash Away My Evil please
This is a poem about Sasuke dieing.
-X-
I can see it,
It's black, purple and green,
It's my evil.
Why is there so much?
Is it because I allowed my parents die?
No.
It's because of her
Sakura…
And him
Naruto…
They helped me release my earlier darkness,
They helped lift it from my shoulders,
But when the tie was broken,
It all fell down,
Smashing against me,
Going unnoticed.
Until now,
As I lay on this floor,
My spirit slowly being dragged away,
My screams of agony escaping fast.
It's that spell again,
Tearing at my soul.
A single threat,
Could revive this evil?
Yes.
It could.
It's like fire,
Burning my skin,
But it's also like water,
Making me drift,
Making me choke.
It's like venom,
Poison that runs through my veins,
Entertaining Orochimaru.
Now I lay, not being able to lift my arms any longer,
Not being able to move at all.
My body begins to move,
Without my counseling.
I'm being controlled,
For now,
And forever.
-X-
Any questions?