Disclaimer- Dnangel is full of good ideas. I am not. Therefore, Dnangel is nothing to do with me. I just read.
Claimer- I own a plot-kitty called Belle. She is fluffy and sleeps by the computer. Except when I go on the internet/Microsoft word. Then she sleeps on my lap. She is here on my lap right now. She is real, and she is mine!
Nothing to do with Dnangel, but I had a Hughes moment. (FMA fans, remember the mad photo wielding man, Maes Hughes, and his daughter Elicia? That's me with my cat!)
Plus she inspired me to type.
Everyone worship her!
This is a poem about Satoshi. Obviously. More specifically, about how insecure he feels, being uncertain if people like him for himself or for Krad, and his worries that Krad shows through, despite his best efforts at suppressing him.
Enjoy!
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What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Whispered shadows, Painted lies?
The bats-wing brush of silken spies?
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
What do you hear when you listen to me?
Crisp clear ice, calm and orderly?
Or the knife-edge screech of insanity?
What do you hear when you listen to me?
What do you smell as you walk past?
Burning lemon, lightning fast?
Fading mint, not built to last?
What do you smell as you walk past?
What will you say as you ask me to wait?
As you mumble, flinch, hesitate?
As you sense the hidden hate?
What will you say as you ask me to wait?
Why do I dream, for dreams I have known?
Shattering ice, a burning throne?
Skeleton wings on a sculpture of bone?
Why do I dream, for dreams I have known?
Why do I fear, when I cast the curse?
The devil's in here, so do your worst.
He'll never hold back, no matter the hurts.
Why do I fear, when I cast the curse?
Why do I hope, when hope is a game?
A chance in a million, a wild beast tame?
Enchanting sirens, a voice without name?
Why do I hope, when hope is a game?
Which would you kiss, if the choice was there?
Icy silence, cold but fair?
Or dazzling sun, burning the air?
Which would you kiss, if the choice was there?
Which would you hate, if you saw us both true?
If the last voice to cry out 'kill him' were you?
Young starving old, old killing new,
Which would you hate if you saw us both true?
When will he leave, the voice in my head?
Telling me all those I knew are dead?
In the Labyrinth of my mind, cutting the thread?
When will he leave, this voice in my head?
I fear the answers, but still the questions burn.
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Hi! Hope that wasn't too depressing! I personally like Satoshi's character. This is how I treat characters I like. Beware, annoying characters I hate! This is a warning! If you are a character I hate, best surrender now! I will tear your soul apart and feed it to the starving children in…lets see…Switzerland. I'm sure there must be some. If there aren't, I'll just feed it to the lions in a game park in South Africa! Ha! You won't get away from me!!!
Ahem.
Belle still sits on my lap. She is currently glaring at me suspiciously. Scary.
Reveiws for an author and her cat?
Please?