------*Unlocking the Past*-------
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Every single night, as I close my heavy eyes,
I relive the vivid horrors of a long time ago.
Were they ever horrors then? Did I see what I had done?
The past is no more than a blur, I guess I'll never know.
I've killed so many, I've loved so few,
I hurt people and tortured them with a twisted grin,
My navy blue suit, my badge and my words,
Ensuring their trust, hiding the true devil within.
Have I changed since then? Have my lies changed to truths?
Beneath all my layers, my cape and my hair,
There's a person underneath, one I am scared to release,
For maybe I haven't changed; I'm a Turk under there.
It seems ironic that the hunter is now hunted,
Not by man nor a beast, but by a battle not won,
I could not speak out when it was the most important,
When my true love was the one at the end of my gun.
No, I did not shoot Lucrecia, but I let her go,
Ahead with his plan, which made certain her death,
I could not convince her of his evil intentions,
But I was there when she gasped her last breath.
How my heart broke when she last closed her eyes,
Never again would she laugh, never would she smile,
When I looked at her face, deathly pale as a ghost,
It made my life seem no longer worthwhile.
Did I try to save her in vain all that time?
She chose to stay with him, even til the end.
And her baby, the one known as Sephiroth, too far gone,
He seems broken beyond repair, impossible to mend.
The gleaming look of triumph in Hojo's dark eyes,
When he stood over me as I lay on the floor,
The metal club clutched in his claw of a hand,
His promise that I would suffer much more.
He told the truth, as my eyes open now,
When he said I would suffer, he could never realise,
All this hurt and this pain, and this guilt inside me,
It cannot show, will not show, for I have opened my eyes.
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*Authors Note*:- Hehe… my attempt at poetry… O.o;; It kind of
inspires me to write about Vincent's past now! Anyway I had a
bit of a mind blank when it came to the Memento Mori series, so
I scribbled on some spare paper and this was the result. Please
review for me, let me know how bad it was! Heh, you haven't seen
me try to write humour… *winces* Yeah, so please post your
comments! *twisted grin like Vincent's* Thanks guys!
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Every single night, as I close my heavy eyes,
I relive the vivid horrors of a long time ago.
Were they ever horrors then? Did I see what I had done?
The past is no more than a blur, I guess I'll never know.
I've killed so many, I've loved so few,
I hurt people and tortured them with a twisted grin,
My navy blue suit, my badge and my words,
Ensuring their trust, hiding the true devil within.
Have I changed since then? Have my lies changed to truths?
Beneath all my layers, my cape and my hair,
There's a person underneath, one I am scared to release,
For maybe I haven't changed; I'm a Turk under there.
It seems ironic that the hunter is now hunted,
Not by man nor a beast, but by a battle not won,
I could not speak out when it was the most important,
When my true love was the one at the end of my gun.
No, I did not shoot Lucrecia, but I let her go,
Ahead with his plan, which made certain her death,
I could not convince her of his evil intentions,
But I was there when she gasped her last breath.
How my heart broke when she last closed her eyes,
Never again would she laugh, never would she smile,
When I looked at her face, deathly pale as a ghost,
It made my life seem no longer worthwhile.
Did I try to save her in vain all that time?
She chose to stay with him, even til the end.
And her baby, the one known as Sephiroth, too far gone,
He seems broken beyond repair, impossible to mend.
The gleaming look of triumph in Hojo's dark eyes,
When he stood over me as I lay on the floor,
The metal club clutched in his claw of a hand,
His promise that I would suffer much more.
He told the truth, as my eyes open now,
When he said I would suffer, he could never realise,
All this hurt and this pain, and this guilt inside me,
It cannot show, will not show, for I have opened my eyes.
__________________________________________________________
*Authors Note*:- Hehe… my attempt at poetry… O.o;; It kind of
inspires me to write about Vincent's past now! Anyway I had a
bit of a mind blank when it came to the Memento Mori series, so
I scribbled on some spare paper and this was the result. Please
review for me, let me know how bad it was! Heh, you haven't seen
me try to write humour… *winces* Yeah, so please post your
comments! *twisted grin like Vincent's* Thanks guys!