My Suicide
Suffocating darkness
Clouds of mystery
The past
Misery and pain.
A passing thought
Uncared for
Disbelieving
An illusion
Vanishing like air
Now missing from me.
Questions
I didn't want answered
Despair
I didn't want to lose.
Freed so easily
All alone
At least, back then
We suffered together.
For C.C., from Lelouch
A/N: I don't know why I wrote this. I just did. Has anybody else noticed that in everything I write I kill Lelouch? Sorry, Lelouch. But I can't seem to let him live... Even though I love him. Reviews are nice, but try not to outshine me by making the review longer than this poem. Unless you can't help but go on and on about my awesomeness. Mwahahaha.