A bit of a side tale...

[Eternal Sailor Moon and the Sailor Team are taking on Galaxia and the Sailor Animamates. Suddenly, Jeanne appears]

Jeanne: Devil-sama! I have finally found you... *confused* wait a minute, you're not Devil-sama.

Galaxia: No, I am...Sailor Galaxia...Master of the Universe!

Jeanne: *blinks* Oh. Well...*pointing to Animamates and Sailor Team* who are they?

Galaxia: No, no, NOOOOOOO!!!!!

[Animamates and Sailor Team (except for Eternal Sailor Moon and the Sailor Starlights) go crazy, and do a para-para dance, a la Velfarre 2000...Animamates' bracelets break, causing them to disappear, leaving the Sailor Team still dancing]

ESM: What are they doing?

Star Fighter: They are dancing...

Star Maker: Para-para...

Star Healer: I want my mommy...*sucks thumb*

[ESM falls anime-style, blacks out, Galaxia explodes, and Jeanne blinks]

Sinbad: What did you just do? *Tapping foot*

Jeanne: Um...raise Cain with Abel?

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This poem is dedicated to a good friend and mentor of mines. She passed away in her sleep, due to cancer. I feel a bit depressed, but sometimes you have to rip the darkness, so that daylight will course through your veins like an illegal drug. I channel this through Maron, yet again. Tiring, no? En...joy.

Okay, enough, ja? On with the next chalupa-I meant, poem! Heheheheh...heh?
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Rosebud Phaerietaylez
Chapter 11:
Asylum

Silent. Frozen. Blank. Strife.
What has happened to this life
That used to be inviting,
Pleasing, satisfying?
It seems that I've let it slip away.
I want to get away from here.
I've lost that feeling today,
Oh Chia...ki, if only you were near.
I can see her breathe a sigh
Of relief, as nights go by
And days seem to slip through
My fingers, like dust.
The one that I wanted, and trust,
Is replaced by a tombstone of you.

I've lost my head, my hands, my face,
This is what couldn't replace;
You've fainted, left without a trace,
While setting the standard, the mile, the pace.
You've fought it well, and what you deserved
Is something that I do not feel likewise
To have?

I let go of my heart, my head, my hands, my face
And kneel in front of your tombstone,
Lifting my head to the clouded heavens,
And silently get drunk in my tears
Like a lecher in an empty cathedral.

I wish I could hold your hand
And share the companionship
That you have left, without
Warning.

I see then, that I have no tears
To cry.
I could've carried that cross,
But I know you can do that
By yourself.
My downfall
Is like meaningless hellfire
Conducted by an insane tyrantis ludicris
Under panikkus angelikkus...

I feel like smashing a wall,
Breaking glass,
And spreading flames, worms, viruses,
Because you're not there to comfort me.

Don't turn off the lights...I scream happily
Like a chicken with its head cut off,
Blood spilling the killing floor
Like lemon juice down my leg.
The tempo get so fast
I actually explode in front of you,
Cocaine, meth, hash, lovedust, l.s.g.
Coursing through my now-harrowed
Veins like legal drugs.

I have come,
I have made,
I have turned
Into a basket case.

So much for Pacifica...

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End Chapter 11

Sorry this was a bit short...