Just something I wrote. I don't even know why. Enjoy, I guess. This is probably bad. Oh, well.
I don't own Tokyo Ghoul. Or the concept of poetry.
In books, most bad things are foreshadowed.
This is bad.
Things are going wrong.
Nothing was predicted.
Nothing was foretold.
So why am I like this?
Why must I suffer?
How far will this go?
When will it stop—
All this destruction and pain.
Can you help?
I can only go so far; can only risk so much.
What is being gained?
When is the next scene?
I want to go home.
I didn't want anyone to suffer.
Hasn't everyone suffered enough?
No, no. It seems we have not.
Glass and blood! Glass and blood!
Can you hear it? Can you? Can you?!
It's in my head! It hurts!
Centipedes in my ears.
How many legs inside my brain?
How much pain can I accept?
How much longer till it rests?
What can anyone hope to gain
In a horrid world of bloody pain?
What is to do? Hmm?
Run? Hide? Wait? Hope?
Nope.
That won't do.
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Oh, I know! I know!
So simple really.
So very sane.
I'll bring them down.
One brick at a time!
Oh, my friends! My family!
Mine! MINE! ALL MINE!
No more pain. No more. NO MORE!
You won't hurt them. They're mine!
Leave! Go! Run!
No…
Oh God…
I…I can't see.
Centipedes. Centipedes.
Leave.
No. Please. Why?
NO! I won't leave!
You can't make me!
Let me back!
Don't… Oh.
Refresh.
Restart.
Re—
Re:Me
Re:You
RE:LIVE
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