Well here i am writing D. Grey Man poems!!! I think I am better at writing poems then stories, hey but i am still learning! If you want a specific charecter you want me to write about, just ask and i will do that charecter for the next chapter or soon. Thank you for reading! And, yes, i make super long poems! 986 worded poem! It was two pages long +gasp+

Character- Tyki Mikk

Rated- Teen (T)

Paring- None

Warning- Um...Blood, bad thoughts, and craziness!

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Black and White- Tyki Mikk

Some people, if they knew, would call me demented

Then they would always ask the annoying question of 'why?'

But, I can understand

Because they will never feel the blood rushing thrill of it

At first thought, it seems straight out crazy

Yet at the second, it seems some what fun

And, what, oh-so-fun, it is

To have black and white

Side by side

Coexisting with one another

Never mixing into grey

Makes my life worth living

Wouldn't you want a double-life?

No?

Two have two lives to thrive for

To feel alive for both

One that is of the innocence of humanity

And the other of the sin

In my life, what exists in the white?

A simple poor man traveling to stay alive

A simple poor man working in the mines

A simple poor man that hides his face by any means necessary

A simple poor man that cheats at poker any chance he gets

A simple poor man who has a secret job

And that, my friend, is where white turns into black

It slowly turns

From pure to tainted

I kick off the overalls for a suit

Tail, top hat and all

Skin as well to charcoal

But it not the black charcoal we see now a days

It is the charcoal we see after it ignites, burns, and turns to ash

The ash that colors my skin till this day

Last, I see what completely turns me over to the darkness

Where the sun does not dare to pray

My mark, my mask, my Noah

It lives in the crosses embedded in my head

Do you believe they were put there to be seen by the world to be feared?

No.

Haven't you ever asked yourself why they are there?

The crosses is where our Noah lives

When the mark appears it digs into our skin

Praying open our brain

And there it puts the mere thought of killing into our mind

Just a small, small thought of it

The thought of blood seeping through our hands

The thought of bone chilling screams filling our head

The thought of ecstasy filling our mind

Seeing pain as a fun thrill to see

To see them say they're last words

To see them pleading to live

To see them go lifeless in our hands

To watch them in amusement as I laugh at there cold stone body lay lifeless on the lonesome ground

To watch the others flee

Without a second thought of helping

To watch, to see, and lastly to feel

To feel they're heart at our finger tips

To feel the wetness of the tears they shed

To feel the delight of killing

To not feel human anymore

To feel alive

I do not care for the others

It may seem so

Yet only I will know the truth

But I have to be careful

To make sure black never spills into white

And the same for white spilling into black

For the color grey I will never be

And make I will make sure of that

Because my mask will last

Hopefully through a lifetime

And if I need to change it

I will replace it with a new

But it will always be colored the same

It will be colored always

Black and white

For without one

And without the other

I will die

not from too much black

Or from too much white

But from too much of nothingness

Does nothing even have color?

I may never know

But what I do know is

I will always be

Black and white

Till the day my mask breaks

And I breath my last breath

That is when I will turly will die

As nothing...


Thank you for reading my poem! Since school is out, I hope to update everyday, if I can, before I go to Japan! Please Review so I can get better! I accept flamming, BUT only if you have a very good reason for it, because well, I don't like it that much -hides behind random table- hope you enjoy the next chapters of these poems and I also do couples if anyone want me to do a poem about a paring!

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