I wrote this because the plot bunny was bothering me. I really should be updating my story instead. Oh well.
Anyway, this is a Hollow's point of view on Shinigami and such.
Disclaimer: I own the poem, but not Bleach.
Because We Are Hollows
by kichithewolf
Because we are Hollows,
we must forever strive to fill the emptiness inside.
Through the crack of bones, the screams and moans,
we devour souls.
Souls we devour, souls we once were.
Now we are the fallen.
Those who were forgotten, doomed, empty within.
All made up of nothing but fear and sin.
The holes in our chests,
the masks on our faces,
showing what we are.
We are Hollows.
Monsters to be killed.
You hunt us, slay us, destroy us.
Shinigami, you don't understand
that if, if
you were nothing but a beast,
abandoned by all but your own,
Wouldn't you try to fill your emptiness?
What,
tell us
What you would do.
Most certainly you would
eat.
Destroy, devour those other souls.
Fill that gap,
the hole in your chest.
Where your heart should be.
You must eat those souls.
Eat, Shinigami,
wash away that pain.
The pain of being abandoned.
That of being abandoned by all,
sentenced forevermore to roam.
Fill yourself, Shinigami.
Enjoy those cracking bones.
Feel for a short time.
Be able to cry.
Even if only for the time.
The invisible tears that flow beneath the mask.
The tears of yearning.
Blocked by our masks.
Hidden from all.
You, Shinigami
know not what our masks are.
Nor the holes in our chests.
The masks that cover our faces.
They hide our true expression.
How we really feel.
That is replaced by our monstrosity.
Shinigami, you see this as nothing but a target to kill.
And you ignore the holes in our chests.
Have you ever asked what they are for?
Not just our emptiness.
Although true,
we must fill the emptiness of the hole
they also signify our chains.
The chain of fate, when destroyed
does not dissipate.
It is still there.
But now we are bound to something more painful.
Our fear, anger, sorrow.
How, Shinigami,
can you
slice the limbs of those who have fallen?
To take more from those who have none?
To those,
who were once your own kind.
Those fallen.
We, who must eat.
We, who are bound.
We, who are Hollows.
Hope you enjoied it.