1 Heart of the Mayfly
Authoress: koneko bombay
A/N: This poem is about Nagi, um… just R&R and no flames please.
So many years of hidden fears,
Prepared to do anything to survive.
To kill is to live as to live is to kill,
After all that he's done, still alive.
Street trash, he's a freak,
At least that's what they say.
Killing by night and living by day,
Not black and not white but some strange shade of gray,
He's coming apart and beginning to fray.
Poor mislead child,
He's been screwed by the earth,
Hated, disregarded, despised since his birth.
His eyes sting with tears he refuses to cry,
And this is the way, and the heart of the mayfly.
Authoress: koneko bombay
A/N: This poem is about Nagi, um… just R&R and no flames please.
So many years of hidden fears,
Prepared to do anything to survive.
To kill is to live as to live is to kill,
After all that he's done, still alive.
Street trash, he's a freak,
At least that's what they say.
Killing by night and living by day,
Not black and not white but some strange shade of gray,
He's coming apart and beginning to fray.
Poor mislead child,
He's been screwed by the earth,
Hated, disregarded, despised since his birth.
His eyes sting with tears he refuses to cry,
And this is the way, and the heart of the mayfly.