Who…
I don't know how long I have been in here, in this prison…
I hear voices – one of them sounds mother-like…
The other – I can tell despises me…
I want to wring his neck…
He wants me to kill...
He wants to use me and abuse me…
But there is another voice within me, another presence…
Like someone on the outside…
My hand moves, I know his moves…
I can feel him, he can feel me…
I want him to kill…
I want to kill…
Kill…
Kill…
Kill…
Kill…
Kill…
Kill…
Kill…
I want to see the fire and blood he sees…
I want to fight to my hearts content…
I want to see the flames and blood he sees…
But there is someone else inside of my head…
Green eyes…
Pure green eyes…
And a pure smile…
There is something about that smile…
Something I want…
Something that makes me forget about killing…
Who is she?
What does she want?
What effect does she have on me?
I know her name…
But cannot move or speak it…
I want to move…
I want to speak it…
I want to hold her…
I want to have her…
She is mine…
I want her smile…
I want to see that smile…
I don't not care if the whole world is destroyed by blood and fire…
I want to be liberated…
I want to have that grin on her face…
I know her name – it is very beautiful…
But cannot budge or articulate it…
I want to move about…
I want to speak her name…
I want to embrace her…
I want to have her…
She is mine…
I want her smile…
I want to see that smile…
Sakura…