A/N: The first of many poems based on Train's view of people in his life. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat or any related titles.
From Train to Saya
Each and every day my life turns to haunt me, Psychos and murder are my life
But you're always on the roof each night, leaving me without strife.
You wear a strange Kimono, and your hair flows like silk,
Though each time we meet, you drink all of my milk.
I can never really speak to you; you always speak for me,
And when my heart truly beats for you, you vanish with a "Tee-Hee."
But now you lie near, dead, bloody yet still immaculate to me,
I guess now that sweeping no longer matters to you, you can finally be free.