Disclaimer: If I owned Angel Sanctuary, I would own Kira and I wouldn't be so stressed about finals. I'm very stressed. Which means I don't.
Burning and Broken
Prickling, burning sensation tickles my flesh
Needles infect and withdraw, leaving a permanent stain
My flesh, now marred, begins to scald
The pain I feel is all too real
Nothing to do, the choice had been made
What had been done can not be recalled
This way my choice, my desire, my will
My will shall never again be broken