Death was the whisper that an invisible god told me in my first clear moment of existence.
The crimson on my hands shined in the light of a slowly passing car in that first clear moment of existence.
The truth would echo throughout my mind forever .
The truth would echo throughout the world forever with the presence of the light.
The truth would dance into silence forgotten realms if only the car would of passed by me instead it came to a stop.
With a cautious questioning manner a shadowman
edged his way towards me .
The crimson upon my hands no longer shinned in the light having fallen unseen under the influence of the shadow.
The truth would still echo forever in my mind.
The truth would still echo forever throughout the world even without the light.
The shadow man commanded to know the truth.
Death was the whisper the invisible god told me.
Death was the truth I whispered to the shadow.
Silence was the command I whispered to Death.
Silence was the oath I made with myself.
Destiny was the silent action of the shadow mans hand taking hold of my crimson one and leading me on to the house of the would be successors of a prodigal.
The house of the would be successors held vast corridors plagued with a isolating laughter .
The laughter of carefree disinterested orphan children that passed by me without seeing as they lost themselves in make believe realms .
The laughter that morphed into the reminder of a far away golden past that led me to refuse to depart from the shadow man.
The shadowman became a human being as he stared down at me with thoughtful eyes.
Tears slide down my face .
Shaking crimson hands held onto a white shirt sleeve stubbornly.
The silent plead of this scene he studied with thoughtful eyes left him with one answer, one simple declaration of no.
The shadowman departed leaving me alone with the isolating laughter and a grimy whispered truth.
The shadowman departed as a monster not a man .
A shadow was the hell for all the would be successors.
Beyond the ambition in their minds to surpass the shadow of the prodigal there was to be little more then decaying shards of hope.
Apathy was not yet present in the characters of the successors when they rescued me from the laughter cursed isolation.
Bright and brilliant these successors,these prodigies, these simple young boys were.
Anxiety and anger was the character of my every silent action traveling through the melody of years alongside the successors.
Biter was the day when the first bright glint left each of their eyes.
Anything I would promise the invisible God every midnight before I prayed for their salvation.
But everyday a competition was presented in place of what remained of our time in pursuit of childish friendships.
A day came when an heir was chosen by the prodigal.
Between them I stood silently watching the creatures of fear and jealous raging war amongst their crippled spirits.
Anything I promised the invisible God before every silent prayer for their salvation.
But from the silent invisible God I received the apathy cursed gazes of the successors as my only answers.
A whispered truth in the form of silent laughter less halls greeted me one beautiful morning.
The orphans no longer played games of carefree make believe as they heard the whispered truth.
Broken the would be successor was as we embraced in the silent hall.
Dead ,gone, sucide the would be successor hissed in my ear between moments of fighting back legions of tears.
Anything I promised the invisible God before silently praying one final time for the successor's salvation.
Briefly the would be successor looked up with a grim fixation on some unknown thing just beyond the top of my head.
Broken I slid down the wall and onto the cold floor after becoming a confused victim of a violent unpredictable rage.
For a flicker of a moment pity took the place of the monster staring down at me.
Kaida Nishimura, the would be successor began in a harsh whisper.
Go home the would be successor would discover himself shouting.
Crimson hands and a grim truth was all I could see as I shock my head no.
Coward the would be successor shouted at me as another one of his violent wraths raged down upon me.
Laughter filled the halls in broken insane plagued bursts.
But still for all of the horror filled spectacle of this monster's laughter it still inspired the resurrection of a memory of a far away golden past.
The laughter sang in the tone of a loving assassinated mother.
The laughter sang in the tone of a loving grief stricken Aunt and uncle.
The laughter sang in the tone of a clever questioning older cousin.
The laughter sang in the tone of a stranger good little cousin.
Then only the dying echo of the insane laughter remained in the hall .
This laughter hissed in the tone of a murderous dead father.
Wraith stilled , the monster quieted but my quiet tears remained alive.
Beyond the top of my head with a bitter fixation the would be successor would remain studying seeming to have forgotten the sucide of the crowned heir.
Go home the would be successor command me as I limped down the silent abandoned hall.
Time is short the would be successor warned with a character of dying pity.
Crimson hands no longer scarlet still echoed the whispered truth.
Tears echoed the whispered truth.
The would be successors hell was the prodigals shadow.
Kaida Nishimura hell was the fear of hearing the echos of the whispered truth from the mouths of her far away golden past.
Everything echoed , everything shouted, everything whispered the truth so Kaida Nishimura journeyed home.
Ancient grief and relief walked hand and hand in the quiet meeting of a niece and uncle.
Death was the truth I wrote uneasily to my uncle.
Death was a truth I rather let exist only in silence.
Tearful embraces was my welcome back into the realm of a golden past.
Anything I promised the cruel invisible God as I prayed selfishly for a immortal golden future .
But Death whispers even in the form of a silently shakily written note.
Note: I don't normally write poetry so I hoped this made sense in the way I wanted it to .