A/N: A poem from Duo's POV. ^-^
Death is black, made of shrouds of night.
Thich, tangling, it can smother out all light.
Death is the end of existence, the end of life.
With one fell swipe, here ends all of your strife.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
A drop of crimson blood, a single tear,
Pain, doubt, and anguish is all I hear.
I feel stained, broken, dark, as if I have sinned.
Life is just a candle in the wind.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
A lost one's cry on the spirit wind; sorrow's song.
I know now; Life isn't all that long.
Maybe I'm just out of my mind, I control what happens here.
Death is my minion, my soul, my companion, my fear.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
Pain is something I know, its something even Death can feel.
For the Shinigami, emotions become your Achilles's Heel.
I wish I could enjoy living, but it is I who always ends it.
Perhaps, for this life, I'm not supposed to fit.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
Shinigami . . . that's me, I've learned to accept this title so 'fine'.
And I stand alone . . . with this lonely heart of mine.
Death is black, made of shrouds of night.
Thich, tangling, it can smother out all light.
Death is the end of existence, the end of life.
With one fell swipe, here ends all of your strife.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
A drop of crimson blood, a single tear,
Pain, doubt, and anguish is all I hear.
I feel stained, broken, dark, as if I have sinned.
Life is just a candle in the wind.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
A lost one's cry on the spirit wind; sorrow's song.
I know now; Life isn't all that long.
Maybe I'm just out of my mind, I control what happens here.
Death is my minion, my soul, my companion, my fear.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
Pain is something I know, its something even Death can feel.
For the Shinigami, emotions become your Achilles's Heel.
I wish I could enjoy living, but it is I who always ends it.
Perhaps, for this life, I'm not supposed to fit.
Yet I watch it all, these beings fading away into the divine.
And I stand alone, with this lonely heart of mine.
Shinigami . . . that's me, I've learned to accept this title so 'fine'.
And I stand alone . . . with this lonely heart of mine.