A sad little poem I wrote while trying to figure out Chapter 3 for Happy/Sad Pathetic Day we Call Birthday.
Hope you enjoy
I do not own Gintama or its characters
From Kagura's P.O.V
Happiness is but a dream
I realize that now
Happiness is but a shroud
That covers us like the snow
I would love to remain in this perfect world
Where love and righteous abide
But happiness is but a dream
And I must open my eyes
Is it wrong to want a smile on my face
Is it wrong to want a to live in my happy place
This blood that makes me angry
How it constantly beckons me
I want it to go for that would make me happy
But happiness is but a dream
And I must open my eyes
How many times have I cried?
With my eyes a painful red
How many times have they had to struggle?
To get me out of bed
Some call it lazy
Others call it tiresome
But I call it my escape to all things happy
I once fought a monster
He was much like myself
He made me think
Is it even possible for someone like me to be happy?
He didn't think so
I once fought a sadist
I had to admit it was fun
But it ended on a rather sour note
Because of the sun
I once fought a monster
He too was much like myself
Never in a million years
Would I have lost control
But when I fought him
The reigns were in "God's" hands
I used to think happiness was possible
For someone like me
I realize as I look to the skies
But happiness is but a dream
And I must open my eyes
But then if that is so
Wouldn't it be nice to die?
If happiness is but a dream
Then I don't ever want to wake up.
Interpret this as you see fit. Thanks for taking the time to read this as well.