Author's NOte
Looks like I decided to do something stupid again...Nezumi would laugh at my attempt at writing poetry...then he'd hate me when he realizes its about him OTL
I don't own NO.6 or anything.
Ragged breaths and
Jagged skin.
Aching.
Weak in the knees,
Trembling,
Step by step,
Forward and away,
He continues,
Out towards freedom,
Towards a different,
Similar reality.
A body that refuses surrender,
Such a small frame,
He laughs softly inside,
His life dripping away.
Such little time spent,
And such little remains,
Second by second,
It all starts to slip away.
Losing his grip, He starts to sway.
Sinking into the earth,
To the stolen ground,
He acknowledges dissolution,
And sighs.
The end?
A happily ever after that never existed,
A light that never shined,
A flame that seizes to burn.
Then,
A scream is suddenly heard,
And a gentle miracle is born.
What do you think?
-tcf