Lamentation of a Soldier
By: Umbra
It's funny how I cry…
Somehow, I'm not sad at all…
Your smile remains painted there,
Defying the fading light.
And my tears fall down
The side of your beautiful face.
As one of your own slips
Out of the corner of a closed eye,
I wish that once more,
Your violet gaze would meet mine;
That our worlds
Would not be so distant…
Its funny how I remember…
Even though my memory seems empty and numb
Your warmth remains glowing there,
Defying the awakening loneliness.
And my arms hold tight
Around your cooling body.
As your own embrace slowly loosens,
And your arms slide back onto Deathscythe's
armrests,
I hold your golden cross,
Heated with blood and melted gundamium.
I wanted you to be mine,
But I'm being selfish now,
Weren't our worlds always distant?
Its funny how I hear…
Even though the sounds of war fill my throbbing
head.
Your voice remains whispered there
Defying the lachrymose world.
And my voice answers back,
Trying to tell your too-quiet form
Things I would never have admitted…
As, in exchange for my pleas,
Your voice utters its last breath,
And I am left with a shell.
Another tear manages to escape my cobalt eyes
And somehow it triggers more to follow,
Each running fire down my cheeks.
I try catching them so they won't hurt you.
Looking up at a endless space,
My eyes catch a glimpse of a shooting star
And I ask God to protect your soul
So that fate may one day
Allow us to be together.
I say that I'm not sad…
And even though it's a lie,
I can say it all that I want.
Duo…, Its
funny being human…
~owari~
Author's
Notes:
[1]
Ah, sleep can be a terrible thing. I was awoken around 12: 00 last night by
Shinigami who demanded a piece of literature to be written in honor of him.
Along with listening to Angel Sanctuary soundtracks, this melancholic piece was
formed.
[2]
I never thought of Heero as poetic, but I guess that some Greek muse hid
somewhere under Shinigami's cloak.
[3] The loss of a loved one always hurts far beyond the surface, hitting somewhere even one's self cannot explain. But, as long as we remember the good times, none of us are truly lonely.