Mazoku

When asked a question he does not speak
And when he fights he pities the weak
As he walks he carries no past
Then when he smiles it does not last

When there's death his heart doesn't skip a beat
And when he travels friends and enemies he does meet
As trouble comes he runs and hide
They see no emotions within his eyes

A person lost without a soul
His compassion left with an empty hole
His master the same as him too
His emotionless body...the of a Mazoku


~~~Well I hoped you liked it. In my opinion it wasn't that great. Well if you can please review it and tell me what you think ^_^~~~