Disclaimer: Hisoka-sama was created by Togashi-sama, not the other way
around. And I said that 'coz I would love this poem to attract readers and
not a lawsuit.
AN: The poet in me wants to get out and this is the result. Love it, hate it… tell me about it (review please).
The Clown
It's not everyday you get to see a guy like me, it's no lie.
*nake, sakebe, soshite SHI'NE!* cry, scream then DIE!
Blood, the mere thought of it puts a smile on my face.
I kill. It can't be helped, amidst the sun and haze.
People cry, people scream, people also die, yes it's true.
But, I merely help them getaway, from what life will put them through.
Bodies everywhere, lying, decaying, scattered on the ground.
When the deed is done, what is lost will not be always found.
The fears that struck my victims, it always warms my heart.
To see a grown man weep, a little boy shriek and a lady fall apart.
Who are you? How are you? And how may I kill you?
Psychotic brain? Demented mind? I really think so too!
I am me. I'm a clown who brings you joy and laughter.
Yes it is me. The clown, who kills, slays and slaughter.
And it's not everyday you meet a guy like me, I know that you knew.
By the way, I'm Hisoka………and I am… pleased… to… meet… you.
(throws a card at the reader)
Thank you for reading. Please do read my other fics. Just click the author's name "animalnitrate" above, and gain access to the other works of yours truly. Arigatou!
AN: The poet in me wants to get out and this is the result. Love it, hate it… tell me about it (review please).
The Clown
It's not everyday you get to see a guy like me, it's no lie.
*nake, sakebe, soshite SHI'NE!* cry, scream then DIE!
Blood, the mere thought of it puts a smile on my face.
I kill. It can't be helped, amidst the sun and haze.
People cry, people scream, people also die, yes it's true.
But, I merely help them getaway, from what life will put them through.
Bodies everywhere, lying, decaying, scattered on the ground.
When the deed is done, what is lost will not be always found.
The fears that struck my victims, it always warms my heart.
To see a grown man weep, a little boy shriek and a lady fall apart.
Who are you? How are you? And how may I kill you?
Psychotic brain? Demented mind? I really think so too!
I am me. I'm a clown who brings you joy and laughter.
Yes it is me. The clown, who kills, slays and slaughter.
And it's not everyday you meet a guy like me, I know that you knew.
By the way, I'm Hisoka………and I am… pleased… to… meet… you.
(throws a card at the reader)
Thank you for reading. Please do read my other fics. Just click the author's name "animalnitrate" above, and gain access to the other works of yours truly. Arigatou!