Disclaimer: The Phantom Parisienne in no way claims ownership of the POTO characters, ideas, or plot. She never said anything about their souls...*insert maniacal laughter™*
A/N- This is my first Kay-based piece of work for FFNet...be proud! ^_^ Also, I don't have a copy of it myself...*hides meekly* I rent it from the library for referential purposes.
Summary: Erik reflects during his time in Persia, concerning his recent actions.
CGG: See the title? ^^;;;;;;;; *hides from W.O.M.C.*
"Blood"
I look at my hands;
gloved and hidden,
yet stained with blood.
The blood of countless innocents
who didn't deserve my cruel touch.
These long-fingered killing machines are splattered with scarlet.
Why must I kill?
Why do I stain myself with the crimson blood of others?
Killing is a sport here, and I am its athlete:
the best at the event!
Can I not live a peaceful life, away from the death?
A happy life where I am alone with my music?
No...that's impossible for one such as myself!
Maybe someday...
Someday, I'll be far from this place
I'll be in a safe, hidden place,
where humanity can't beg for more death!
I am doomed to a violent existence
Drowning in this vermillion liquid
drives me mad!
I find solace in my opium,
drifting on clouds, away from the pain.
Yet, it still causes more blood!
This never ending spiral of death continues
with no sign of a finale.
This blood;
it always flows.
Constantly streaming,
and I am the cause!
God knows, there's always more blood.
I may stop blood coming from /my/ hands,
but someone else is dripping of it.
It'll never end, this blood in Persia.
A/N- This is my first Kay-based piece of work for FFNet...be proud! ^_^ Also, I don't have a copy of it myself...*hides meekly* I rent it from the library for referential purposes.
Summary: Erik reflects during his time in Persia, concerning his recent actions.
CGG: See the title? ^^;;;;;;;; *hides from W.O.M.C.*
"Blood"
I look at my hands;
gloved and hidden,
yet stained with blood.
The blood of countless innocents
who didn't deserve my cruel touch.
These long-fingered killing machines are splattered with scarlet.
Why must I kill?
Why do I stain myself with the crimson blood of others?
Killing is a sport here, and I am its athlete:
the best at the event!
Can I not live a peaceful life, away from the death?
A happy life where I am alone with my music?
No...that's impossible for one such as myself!
Maybe someday...
Someday, I'll be far from this place
I'll be in a safe, hidden place,
where humanity can't beg for more death!
I am doomed to a violent existence
Drowning in this vermillion liquid
drives me mad!
I find solace in my opium,
drifting on clouds, away from the pain.
Yet, it still causes more blood!
This never ending spiral of death continues
with no sign of a finale.
This blood;
it always flows.
Constantly streaming,
and I am the cause!
God knows, there's always more blood.
I may stop blood coming from /my/ hands,
but someone else is dripping of it.
It'll never end, this blood in Persia.