Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo.
A moment (however vague) into the mind of Franken Stein.
A Moment in Madness
There's an itch in his head
A crawling in his brain
An urge for something …something
Ah...it's that again…
That need
That feeling
'Click, click'
That hell with no end
But what makes hell again?
He can't remember with the scalpel in his hand
There's that twitch
Now it's in those shaky hands
'Click. Click'
That itch is still there
In his brain- so deep in his brain
Nails won't do, but a blade…
But why is that a thing bad again?
'Click…click'
Why was it hell again?
He just needs to scratch
He just needs a taste of it
And with just the right subject…
'Click…'
That smiles' on his face
Maybe just once won't be so bad
A cut here…
…Perhaps a bit of red…
He's laughing that laugh now
Oh he knows she'll just do nicely
'Click,'
-It's time to dissect the specimen!-
'Click!'
And then the laughter stops
The knife drops
The trembling stays
But it's different now
'Click,'
Ah… he remembers hell again
That inch in his head
This twitch in his hands
This need to cut open and explore the glorious red
He remembers why it's bad
That itch -that thought- can't be released
'Click, click,'
Yes, it was coming back now
And that was good
That was safe
This torture was necessary
'Click, click'
Yes, he thinks to himself
Nails raking through his hair
This hell in his head
Was necessary
Hmm… Somehow it seemed
Like he's heard that phrase before…
'Click'
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