A small poem about Itachi's final thoughts as he lay dying. Review please.
I watched him train every day
I watched him as he made his clay bombs
I watched as his blue eyes
Once filled with childish innocence
Became filled with wisdom and understanding
I watched him as he grew from a boy to a man
I watched him when he thought nobody was watching
I watched until I could watch no more
Until my eyes grew too blind to see the soft face of the gentle blonde
I remember his blonde hair blowing in the wind
I remember his blue eyes filled with hatred
I remember the days when he worked
Sometimes for hours on end
At creating a device to nullify the effect of the sharingan
I remember when he would sing softly to himself
Completely unaware I was listening
I remember what others would likely forget
I lay dying now
Dying with no regrets
Except one
I shall die without ever knowing the taste of those lucious lips
Or the feel of that muscular body
I shall die
Without knowing what it feels like to love and be loved
I shall die
Without having ever told the one I love how I feel
I shall die
A lonely death
Since I had never bothered to befriend that home-sick blonde
I shall die shamefully
For I have taken life for granted
And therefore I don't deserve the heaven
The heaven where my sweet angel is
Completely unaware that he has caught the eyes of a demon