Looking up to the sky...
I feel the hatred that flows through my blood.
Through my soul..
And through my mind.
My emotions all come together as one, when I draw my sword.
Holding out that blade, I seem to be able to let go...
...To release what I really and truly believe in.
My feelings, though very small,
Compared to the many that live through this time of now,
Have so many different approaches...
To such emotion.
Such feeling.
Yet I..
No, I am much different.
For when I unsheathe my anger,
My hatred and rage,
I unleash the devistating blows upon foes,
And the enemires that fall easily to such hate...
Such corruption.
They fear this blade.
They fear what I am...
What I can do.
A 'Hitoriki'.
They fear the emotion that bolts through my blade,
As it passes through their corrupted heart...
...And then they die. They fall.
Like so many other's have...to this loving blade of mine.
But after the day of pain and rage...
Injuries beyond curing...
There comes a restless night of nothing.
Nothing but the screams of my victims,
As I feel their blood trickling down my arms.
They were loved...
As are we all.
And I took them from who they loved...
...As of course, such things distrupt me.
But, in the long run, I must come to realize...
That such bloodshed is nessicary.
Speaking to people of now has no effect.
So as I draw my blade, this one last time,
I must say, "Forgive my choice, but it was mine alone to make."
As the blade comes down,
As mine comes up,
I feel a split of pain...anticipation.
Yet no more.
This tint of red is nauseating...
But I'll live no longer.
I'll hurt no more lives that didn't deserve to be hurt.
I hurt no one...any more..
Forgive me...
...Everyone.