AN: Wow, I've been writing a lot of poems lately... This is from Nagi's POV, and it's written a little weird, freestyle, but it would read better as prose *shrugs* I actually kind of like the effect but I like a lot of weird things so oh well! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I beg my mother to let my buy the rights, she keeps saying no... so the Weiss characters do not belong to me dammit...
Posted: June 14, 2003
I am nothing more than a tool.
I know how the others view me;
They only keep 'the kid' for their own purposes.
They see me as no more than a means to reach their objectives.
Frankly, I don't care;
When you live your whole life with people taking advantage of you,
You tend to lose interest in the world,
To distance yourself from humanity,
To forget to live.
You become a shell,
A mere reflection of who you once were
Or who you could have been.
You look at the world as an enemy;
One that hates you more than anything,
But you don't care,
Because it's always been that way.
No one cares
So why should you?
Because if you don't,
You're dead,
Nothing more than a living corpse.
That's how I see myself.
Crawford sees me as a necessary inconvenience.
Schuldich sees me as a toy,
An amusing thing to play with to pass the time.
Farfarello...
He sees me as he sees everyone else:
Someone he can kill to 'make God cry'.
I doubt He would cry
Over the death of an insignificant assassin,
But I won't argue with the lunatic's logic.
Honestly, I couldn't care less
What happened to me.
And I doubt the others would even notice if I disappeared.
Or if they did, they'd only be upset
At having to replace me.
I may be the youngest of the team,
But I'm by far the strongest.
Crawford can only see glimpses of the future.
Schuldich can toy with peoples' minds,
Can make them think they are seeing things they're not
Or turn their thoughts back at them.
But even that has its limitations.
If someone is strong of will
Then he has no chance to take the upper hand.
Farfarello... is uncontrollable
If there wasn't someone there to restrain him
He would have killed himself
From blood loss long ago.
But I...
I can stop people dead in their tracks,
Lift things that weigh a hundred times my own weight.
I can even stop bullets in midair
If given enough notice.
But all I am seen as
Is a means to an end.
One to be exploited
Until I am no longer needed
And am tossed away
Like an unappreciated tool.