hello my dear readers i have another poem
not my best but i had no inspiration
any way i dont own claymore otherwise i would have the next season (that dosent exist *sniff sniff... whaaaaa*)
any way read and enjoy
she walks
i walk
over cobbled mysteries
years embedded in rock
stones
crack
beneath my awakened feet
she turns
looks at me
smiles
holds out a hand i will not take it
will not be drawn into twisted madness
she pulls back
looks regretful
but then smiles again
i will be easily disposed of
i am strong
but not strong enough
i am not able to destroy her
she knows this and advances
i run to meet her
her hand easily rips through my gut
my blood trickles
i collapse
she's about to end it
all of the pain
but she just smirks
and reaches forward
picks up my blade
thrusts it forward
'im not the monster'
she whispers
'you are'
i feel the sword slip through my chest
i cough up blood
my inner yoma howls
i suppress it
and allow myself
to die human
there it is ladies and gentleman the end of my poem
as i said before not my best but oh well
im have had no inspiration lately so if you guys are awesome (which you undoubtably are) could you please pm me some ideas or if not put them in your reviews (which you will write or i will be sad :( tear)
thank you to everyone who reads this (i love you all)
sparky is sick and reviews are like medicine to him ok thnx again luv u all