This isanother poem I thought of, about Sephiroths darkned life!It's sad, but true!Very true!Poor Sephiroth!
Stained Depression
Many un-sunny mornings, many blackened nights,starless nights, moonless nights always wrapped in a bundle of a river of stained blood from my own skin and drowned in my own vine of depression.
The sun never comes up from behind the mountains and I feel know life in my evil heart.I feel nothing anymore, so saddened inside that I can't even feel the warm soft skin of my loved one. I dont know if I even love her anymore.
I cry tears of blood and taste thick ash from the fire in my soul.
I'm twisted in my own stained depression.
Even the devil himself can't know the true pain I feel inside!I try to use my wings to fly away, but I can't!I'm falling into a bottomless pit as I speak! The light is ripping from the inside of my soul and I can't feel my heart beat anymore!
My pure rose colored heart, has turned to nothing but ash and black as the glare in my eyes.I'm starting to feel like a flowing sea of fog down a long,dark narrow road!I feel like a person floating on air, but as heavy as a stone.I can walk on a pool of wine colored water, but can't walk on water itself. Everytime I breath, I breath fire!
I'm already chained to a stiff, dirty wall and I can already feel my soul rotting away my heart!
I can almost feel the fire of Hell, against my fleshy skin, because that's were im headed! Or maybe it's the path blocking the way to happiness! All of this is my stained depression, I feel inside!
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