Disclamer: I do not own "Soul Eater" or any of the characters.
This is a poem for Steins maddness.
Philosophy
My head is full of junk,
My skin is deatacthed,
I`m just a minor chunk,
Of lifes ball game of catch,
Every day my mind would roll and clank,
This I knew, this I knew,
The darkness too knew; in which I sank,
That true is not true,
I`m changing along,
When I walk,
And I am gone,
When I talk,
I`m in more deep,
As I turn this screw,
It all just seems to seep,
In my old shell as I`m born anew,
And though my visions hazey,
When I see us two,
The true lies is that I am crazy,
All because of you.