The Fight
Chapter 2: Ikuto after the death
Face down, towards the ground,
looking at the love of my life I lost and never found.
I sit here wondering if I should just die,
just to follow her into the sky.
I can't help but to cry.
I can't help but feel the need to die.
So I pull out the knife,
the one that shall end my life.
It cuts into my skin.
I smile knowing that death shall win.
Blood seeps away,
onto the floor that has begun to decay.
I am content with my nearing death.
I hear my shallow breath.
I hear footsteps that make the floor creak.
I hear the constant dripping of water from the leaks.
I see Tadasse coming near me.
That boy would never let me be.
Tadasse character transforms and begins to run,
racing to get to me before my life is done.
I feel around me a warm, golden light
that brightens the dark night.
I feel the blood flow cease.
I feel the pain decrease.
I see his eyes and his tears,
losing his fears.
I see him saying,
random words of praying.
He helps me to my feet
and our eyes meet.
Mine full of pain,
while his mimic the rain.
The tears fall down his face
at a steady pace.
I slowly wipe them away,
as the night turns into day.
I can see that he has calmed down.
but there still remains his frown.
I sense from him his worry
so I smile in a hurry.
Hoping that it will cheer
him up so he forgets his fears.
He loses his frown and smiles
one that I has not seen in a while.
He looks up at me.
In his eyes I see his silent plea
for me not to leave.
Those eyes I could never deceive.
I nod my head
and tell him to go to bed.
I take him to his home,
but he tells me to stay for he doesn't want me to leave him alone.
So I stay with him until he wakes,
but leave him before more my heart breaks.
So I go to the stand where I take my violin,
using it to release my sin.
I stay there playing my sorrowful song.
I stand there for so long
that I begin to feel weak,
so tired I can no longer speak.
I just begin to cry,
wondering why she never said goodbye.
I can't hold back my tears any more,
breaking the promises to myself I swore.
So I sit there and weep
mourning the loss of all I wanted to keep.
I sit there until the night,
crying because of the loss and the fight.
I STILL DON'T OWN SHUGO CHARA WHICH IS PROBABLY A GOOD THING!
This is the last poem in this story/poem thingy, whatever you want to call it.
R&R PLEASE!
LOVE AND ROCKETS,
TOSHIAKI GIN
