Hey minna. This is something I wrote while on a massive Cowboy Bebop fanfic binge. While I would love to write something more on the Cowboy Bebop fandom, I seem to be suffering from massive writer's block. It's a weird strain of this "disease" that will let me write poetry or the plethora of pointless essays my composition 1 professor assigns to me, but will not let me write any of the fanfics I've been trying to write. Go figure. Anyway, this piece signifies two firsts for me. The first being a jump into Cowboy Bebop fanfiction, the second being the leap into Anime related poetry. If ya want to read an EXCELLENT Spike/Faye fic, go read Victoria Telpiscorei's "Faye Who?". She did (actually is still doing) a WONDERFUL job with that fic. But, uh, read this first. ^_^

Sailor Red

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Ghosts of Your Past
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Do the ghosts of your past
haunt you still?
The guns and the violence
the vicious ill will...

The cigarettes burning
alone in their trays
The children hiding
Afraid to go play

Your perfect girlfriend
your cat gone astray
The girl of your dreams
She threw you away.

And suddenly you were
ripped awake from your dream
and the dead woman next to you
didn't hear your silent scream.

And you looked to the clouds
And you looked to the sky
And you questioned the heavens
Why, oh God, why?

Then you went back to your ship,
your little homestead
and planed for night to come
planed to be dead.

You had your last supper,
had your last laugh
while secretly composing
your own epitaph

And then you got up
and walked towards the door
when a girl in yellow
put her foot to the floor

"Where are you going?"
the young woman said
her tone a bit shaky
her gun to your head

You turned her, looking
through multicolored eyes
Saying you're trying
to see if you're alive

And you must have heard that girl cry;
heard her gun's warning blast,
'till she leaned glued to the wall,
knowing this day was your last.

Knowing you were going
to kill and be killed.
Knowing that your ghosts
were haunting you still.