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A.N: Poor Shinigami. He needs a hug!!
Dedication: Who should I dedicate this to???
Hmmm... I know!!! Sidekickwannabe!
Disclaimer:
Ooooh! Look! A haiku! I'm so talented. ^_~
Me no own gundams
Didn't create the pilots
Please, do not sue me.
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Pandemonium
Was it all a guise?
A horrible fake?
A misunderstanding,
A huge mistake?
I ponder these questions.
And keep them in mind.
As I stare at this person.
If I can call them that.
Their 'hobbies'....
Much more than questionable,
Much more frightening,
Then any came before.
A knock upon the door frame,
My heart upon the floor.
I scream aloud.
No one answers,
But why would they?
No one cares.
If I were dead the next morning,
I'd not be found for weeks.
No one at my wedding,
That would never be,
No one at my funeral,
Under the old oak tree.
Alas no one dares defy,
The words coming
From
My
Throat.
And I know why.
It's because I cannot tell a lie.
Even though the truth hurts.
No matter what,
It's true.
No matter now anyway
I'm dead upon the floor
Well not really
Not at all like before
My heart is still beating
Still pumping...
Still working...
As I sit here like before.
But not for long I fear.
There's someone at the door.
A.N: Poor Shinigami. He needs a hug!!
Dedication: Who should I dedicate this to???
Hmmm... I know!!! Sidekickwannabe!
Disclaimer:
Ooooh! Look! A haiku! I'm so talented. ^_~
Me no own gundams
Didn't create the pilots
Please, do not sue me.
*******************************************************
Pandemonium
Was it all a guise?
A horrible fake?
A misunderstanding,
A huge mistake?
I ponder these questions.
And keep them in mind.
As I stare at this person.
If I can call them that.
Their 'hobbies'....
Much more than questionable,
Much more frightening,
Then any came before.
A knock upon the door frame,
My heart upon the floor.
I scream aloud.
No one answers,
But why would they?
No one cares.
If I were dead the next morning,
I'd not be found for weeks.
No one at my wedding,
That would never be,
No one at my funeral,
Under the old oak tree.
Alas no one dares defy,
The words coming
From
My
Throat.
And I know why.
It's because I cannot tell a lie.
Even though the truth hurts.
No matter what,
It's true.
No matter now anyway
I'm dead upon the floor
Well not really
Not at all like before
My heart is still beating
Still pumping...
Still working...
As I sit here like before.
But not for long I fear.
There's someone at the door.
