AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hello readers! This is just a short poem about what Crona's thoughts. It's supposed to be his/her depressing poem that made everyone in Soul Eater wish they were never born, so I tried to make it really sad.
Also, as Excalibur says, FOOLS! MY FANFICTION WAS CREATED IN THE 21ST CENTURY AND YOU WILL REVIEW!
...Please review!.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater. All rights go to Ookubo Atsuhi. If I did own Soul Eater, Crona would be Supreme Ruler! Mwahahaha!
My Poem
My tears are never white
They are always stained with the blood of others
My life is never clear
It is stained with loneliness
I still hold my sword,
Waiting to strike down innocents
It's not fair!
I tell myself that all the time
It could get better, Crona!
It can always get better!
My shadow speaks alone,
Giving kind encouragement
You can be better Crona!
It will be okay, Crona!
You can tell me your name, Cro-
My sword is always black
So is my shadow as it slowly melts away from my sword's blade.
My heart is never red
It is cold with ice,
It is lonely, and gives that unto others
My words are never kind
They always scare others
My thoughts are never clear
They're always insane
Your an idiot, Crona!
My sword speaks with my mother,
Telling me to kill better
I wish I could please them
But I'm too timid and pathetic
Just like everyone tells me.
I found new little ones
That I could kill with my little book
I want to find new ones
That can fight back,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
They can kill me
But I can't die like you can
Because
My tears are not white
My life is not clear
My heart is not red
My words are never kind
My thoughts are not clear
They are only stained black
Just like my cursed blood.