Theoretical Mayhem
*I don't own Vincy (Grr!), Heidagger, Shin-ra (Grr!), or the Turks (triple grr!) or the scientists ( well... that's not such a tragedy...) so don't sue me! I ain't got nothing anyway! All chapter names are phases of progression from the book Serial Killers, I didn't make them up. Please don't shoot me. I hit a dry spell and this is the only way I can get past it. The next chapter will be longer and hopefully better. Enjoy this strange little poem.*

The Capture

Fallen angels tainting crows,
as one, but petty whores in the dust.
Cleansing, plotting, growing, blooming,
i am ready.
Voices calling to me from depths,
traces that i can never know,
but know my phantom knows them just as well as i.
She is falling, spinning, dimming,
no longer part of this.
It is just my phantom now.
Cry child, mother dying beside a cradle of agony.
The door is open,
in my mind, in my now.
i am ready.
Falling, spinning, dimming,
my phantom is now.
Falling again sweet angel.
There is no one to catch you but must and filth.
i am ready for you.
Open the door.
Screaming silver, cry of anguish, shot of pain.
You will no longer suffer my angel,
my Valentine,
i am ready.


-Simon Ezekel Hojo