A/N: Hello my lovely's! I bet everyone wanted to see that poem Crona wrote in episode 25 (i think it was 25...^^")!
I wrote this because I haven't wrote anything for a while, but now worry's, I'm back with more fanfics ;D! I'm currently working on a few, so they'll be up soon too. So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All Soul Eater concepts in this writing belong to their rightful owners ;]! All I own is a laptop, and a box of rainbow paper clips.
My Blood is Black.
I am a puppet. A follower. A tool. Trash.
Like a knife, used to kill and destroy.
Blood drips down. Possesses only murderous skill.
Seeking. But nothing to be found.
Dancing on corpses, raining down greed.
For what you ask? Acceptance? Love? Perhaps money?
Nothing to discover. Only driven by my mother.
My Blood is black.
My heart tells me to stop.
To end this death game, make it stop!
Holding my blade high and letting it drop. Tearing flesh,
breaking bones, an fresh wound oozing.
Rich liquid, scarlet rust.
I refuse to but I must.
Every day it starts again. Peoples lives old and new. Destroyed and done for.
It all true.
Such a pity, it's a shame. Heartless, cruel? Despicable you may say.
Forgive me, for I cannot control this. And if I may, I would end this.
A stab in the skull perhaps?
Not possible.
Due to the fact that frankly,
my blood is black.
Take it off! Make me stop! Let me break from these chains and bars!
Striving for an objective, reason.
No more lurking in corner shadows.
Enough I say of the destructive intent!
There's a limit even for a kid.
Call for help but only sink in deeper..
Reaching for the light, with my last strength I scream for aid!
Finally against my will,
letting go.
But nonetheless still hoping, dreaming, wishing for peace.
In my soul.
My blood is black.
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