Disclaimer: I don't own this. Really not. It's not like there's a question about this, ever.
A/N: Ok, this is written to Vincent mostly, except stanza eight, which is to Lucretia. It's not hard to figure out. It starts a little while before it ends. The title came from some doctor in the 1800s. I think that it is famous. If there are questions, go ahead and ask.
Don't think that I can't see you,
That I can't see the glow.
My dear I tried to free you,
But I won't let you go.
The Turks were made for trouble,
But that won't hold me down.
Right now I'm seeing double,
But I will see you drown.
Calm, cool, collected, serene.
Just wait until I start.
You take the mind of my queen,
But I go for her heart.
Don't try to say that I'm rash.
I've had the whole thing planned.
Not raging fire, well-kept ash.
Now what can YOU withstand?
Don't worry, she won't suffer.
I love the little bitch.
Let us see who is tougher.
Won't you scratch this itch?
I'm burning now to see death.
I don't care. One or two.
But while she breaths her last breath,
I'll let you breathe anew.
Yes, the time will come for me.
I shall live the dream.
If you could see what I see,
Then I could hear you scream.
Good night, my love, my dearest,
The heart I never had.
The one who came the nearest
To making me sad.
Now for you, little martyr.
You don't know what you've done.
If you were a bit smarted,
You'd see I never won.
Rise again so I may rest.
Rise, one who stole my brain.
I wrenched the hearts from both our breasts,
But mine left me insane.
Burn and twist, you little fool.
The misery I see.
Now just scream and call me cruel,
And cry my tears for me.
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I liked this poem, but tell me what you think. I guess I could have used more descriptive language or something. I tried writing Reno poetry, by the way, but he just doesn't seem poetic. Well, R and R. (Rest and Relaxation, Reno and Rude, Read and Review, whatever.)
A/N: Ok, this is written to Vincent mostly, except stanza eight, which is to Lucretia. It's not hard to figure out. It starts a little while before it ends. The title came from some doctor in the 1800s. I think that it is famous. If there are questions, go ahead and ask.
Don't think that I can't see you,
That I can't see the glow.
My dear I tried to free you,
But I won't let you go.
The Turks were made for trouble,
But that won't hold me down.
Right now I'm seeing double,
But I will see you drown.
Calm, cool, collected, serene.
Just wait until I start.
You take the mind of my queen,
But I go for her heart.
Don't try to say that I'm rash.
I've had the whole thing planned.
Not raging fire, well-kept ash.
Now what can YOU withstand?
Don't worry, she won't suffer.
I love the little bitch.
Let us see who is tougher.
Won't you scratch this itch?
I'm burning now to see death.
I don't care. One or two.
But while she breaths her last breath,
I'll let you breathe anew.
Yes, the time will come for me.
I shall live the dream.
If you could see what I see,
Then I could hear you scream.
Good night, my love, my dearest,
The heart I never had.
The one who came the nearest
To making me sad.
Now for you, little martyr.
You don't know what you've done.
If you were a bit smarted,
You'd see I never won.
Rise again so I may rest.
Rise, one who stole my brain.
I wrenched the hearts from both our breasts,
But mine left me insane.
Burn and twist, you little fool.
The misery I see.
Now just scream and call me cruel,
And cry my tears for me.
*************************************
I liked this poem, but tell me what you think. I guess I could have used more descriptive language or something. I tried writing Reno poetry, by the way, but he just doesn't seem poetic. Well, R and R. (Rest and Relaxation, Reno and Rude, Read and Review, whatever.)