Crona's Poem

by rockmusic14

Well, I've never checked, but I'm guessing someone else had this idea before, and I'll tell you, I do not own this idea, nor do I own Soul Eater. This is probably not going to make you wish you were never born, but still. Rated K plus for mention of deah

Crona's Poem

Rock a by baby, on the treetop,

when the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

No one can escape the cradle of death;

it leaves behind a lifeless corpse.

I don't know how to handle this terrifying world,

I'd rather just stay far back.

I can still remember the little one up to this day,

and look, my blood is black.

This world is full of corrupted people,

their sins all add on forever,

I am one of them, the definitely one,

Because I can never stop sinning, never.

I don't know how to handle this terrifying world,

I'd rather just stay far back,

I can still remember the little one up to this day,

and look, my blood is black.

There is no end to my sadness and rage,

The hatred I had through all this days,

I'll never let go, oh, never let go,

I'll have to keep it in all of my ways.

I don't know how to handle this terrifying world,

I'd rather just stay far back,

I can still remember the little one up to this day,

and look, my blood is black.

I don't know how to handle almost everything,

I wish I was never born.

There is no more point in living this life,

My heart has already been torn.

I wish I knew how to handle this world,

I seek for power to know,

To finally hold power, to become a Kishin,

I never thought I could be so low.

I was just an experiment and nothing else,

for my mother, she was a witch.

When I learnt about my blood, my torn heart was stitched back,

but now I tore the stitch.

From this place I have created just for myself,

nothing will come, nothing will go.

I would rather just stay and do nothing at all,

look, here's comes the shadow.

I don't know how to handle this terrifying world,

I'd rather just stay far back,

I can still remember the little one up to this day,

and look, my blood is black.

I couldn't even handle the little one,

at least I still have Ragnarok.

Rock a by baby, on a treetop,

when the wind blows, the cradle will rock.

Maka's eyes lift from the crumpled piece of paper with messy ink slathered all over it.

"H- How is it...?" Crona asked in a trembling voice.

Maka and Marie walked past him, shoulders hunched, and Soul can't help but raise a brow. "Eh?"

Maka muttered, "I wish I was never born..."

A/N:

Whew! It's done! I think (THINK) I'm the first to post the idea of when Crona wrote the poem, causing everyone to become depressed, but I've never checked, so I guess someone had this idea before. Hope you enjoyed! (I can't believe I could actually find the time to make this!) P.S. Yes, there is a chorus in it. It's not that I didn't realise that I've typed it out already.

I am merely a- my sister got really mad at me for not stopping my catchphrase, so from now on, I won't say it.