Author's Note: Hey everyone, it's Darkeiko here coming at you with another piece of poetry. Right now it's...midnight and I'm very tired so I'm just going to post this up. Vincent if you please?
Vincent: Certainly.
Me: Thank you! -snore-
Disclaimer: Darkeiko does not own anything related to Final Fantasy VII. All the characters/storylines/etc... from Final Fantasy VII are copyrighted by SquareEnix.
My heart has gone,
Corrupted by the darkness that are my sins.
Shrouded in hate.
Encapsulated by lies.
What had I done to receive such torment in this life?
Was it the evil I once served?
Was it the suit I was garbed?
Was it Lucrecia and her unborn son whom I failed to save?
Was it even the lives in Nibelheim whom that son decided to slay?
My hands are drenched with blood:
Of him,
Of her,
Of them.
Will I ever be able to absolve myself of these transgressions?
Will not even the pursuit for the safety of this Planet cleanse me?
Why?
Why had I been borne unto this life?
Is it Fate?
Has she decided to deliver me a harsh blow?
Has she delivered me into an infinite hell to which I can never escape?
...Fate, you are a harsh mistress.
But I suppose I deserve this burden.
I deserve whatever you bestow upon me.
These lives that I've let slip through my hands can never be resurrected.
The days where I killed for naught but the money and greed of others.
I can never repair what I've broken.
I can never be purified.
I can never be cleaned.
My demon's hands are stained.
And forever they shall stay.
Author's Note: Well, you can only guess who's Point of View this poem is from. If you think you know you can send me a review. Remember criticism is always welcome so drop a review if you feel the need to point something out. Alrighty then I think I got everything sorted out. Ja ne and keep reading!
