Bloodless
From the Author: My first pathetic attempts at writing poetry. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.
Laid my bloody dry eyes
on your bloodless withered hand.
Weak
Cold
Icy
Dying
Hand.
Laid my bloody dry eyes
and said: "Forgive.
"I was a fool of a thousand fools
For not hearing my own cries."
The cries of my heart.
Small
Vain
Useless
Gluttonous
Heart.
"If I had told you, would you have lived?
Would my love have saved you?
If I had told you, would you not have grieved?
Would my hands have guarded you?"
I lay my bloody eyes
Tears dried out, blood flowing
On your bloodless hands.
Your
Hands
Chest
Face
Lips
My blood in vain I try bestowing.
"You will not accept my blood.
The blood of the heart that was your murderer.
Repent I do and repent I will.
As I was too late to speak
My tardy words were your untimely death.
Was your dying battle cry
The protest against my hesitance?
Did the roaring crimson sky
Mark the path to your deliverance?
And I rushed so fast to catch you
But when I did
You were laying prostrate.
Bleeding.
Bloodless."
I lay my bloody eyes
Tears dried out, blood flowing
But this blood is not going
Into your heart
Your heart is pulseless.
Bloodless.
Pino…
Don't kill me, please… Review if you are in the mood for doing so.