Concealed by darkness and mystery
Damned by his own destiny
Is there hope beyond the fight?
Sins like these can't be atoned over-night
He believes he'll never be free
From the pain and uncertainty
There's never a day that doesn't go by
Where he doesn't wish that he would die
And if he'd never again see the light of a new day
He thinks: 'No one would miss me anyway.'
A/N: A short lil angsty poem about Vincent I wrote in like ten minutes in English class. What a weird mood I must've been in. Oh, yeah, almost forgot -- Disclaimer: I do not own Vincent Valentine the freakin hunk! Damn!!
Vincent: Why must you always do that?
QV: What? The I don't own you stuff?
Vincent: No, the you don't own me - dammit stuff.
QV: You're just too hot!
Vincent: *slight blush*
QV: Laterz! Please review!!