I Would Like A River (To Throw Myself In)

Lies so twisted and silk-like, they leave only madmen behind.

Thoughts so wicked and devilish, they could turn your blood to ice or make your skin slick and taunt.

And men so cold, they kill without care or reason.

Men so hot, they blend together in the night.

Two men, two lives, too many secrets.

A man with long black hair and red sharingan eyes who has no feelings nor care for the feelings of others (which is what he was taught).

A man with sharp, cat-like eyes and blue skin, who enjoys the thrill of torture (because that is the only thrill he's allowed).

Two men so much alike in their upbringing and mannerisms, in their personalities and tastes, yet so different in their thoughts, their movements.

Their moans.

And, even after all this, they are together, in the only place it can be allowed.

All that, ad only the memory remains.

Only the memory of two men, one tall and blue, the other shorter and pale-skinned.

O N L Y T H E M E M O R Y

Men in black cloaks decorated with red clouds stand in the pouring rain next to two bodies, one very tall, the other, about average height. A droning voice carries out a funeral procession while the men pretend to listen dutifully.

And only the memory remains.

The End.

(Squeal) Did you like it? I came up with this idea and it begged to be written, so who was I to say no? Please review and tell me what you think.

Ame Shiroi