Mizu Note
This poem is about Sakura dieing. Yes. I like them to die, shut up.
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I feel around,
The water burning my throat,
The water rotating around me,
No evil among it,
But a death indeed.
Soon, last night won't matter,
They're be no earth to step on,
Walking on air.
I'll not be able to make a noise,
Breaking twigs as I walked,
My kitten won't be able to tell,
What happened to me,
No animal,
No person will save me.
I wasn't drinking sake,
Like my teacher,
Feeling hopelessly drunk.
My cat won't notice the snake,
Sharpening its teeth on it's skin,
Injecting its venom,
The poison on its lips.
I feel like I'm falling,
Hoping not to crash.
I was once known as the cherry blossom of Konoha,
Now I'm just a scarecrow in a field,
Hoping the crows won't come and eat,
A feast for breakfast today.
My body goes limp,
And that was just one painful,
End.
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How was it?