AN: poetry isn't really my thing, but I found myself possessed to write a Vincent poem. So if my rhythm thingy sucks, I'm sorry.
If this had a setting, I would see it taking place as Vincent is sitting in his old coffin in the basement of the Shinra mansion.
Bullets.
So small,
So lethal.
Lives gone,
Loves destroyed.
It only took
A finger's twitch.
Identities lost,
Existence erased.
Now it's my turn.
Cold metal,
Cold flesh.
Black-gloved hand,
Black barrel.
I feel them enter my chest,
I feel them enter my soul.
Red blood,
Red cloak.
Darkness.
Screaming demons.
Silence,
Blessed silence.
They're gone.
I smile as I fall,
I watch the coffin close,
I have died a man,
Monster, no more.