^_^ hullo....this chap is explaining how Kurama feels about life and insanity....Angst Warning!!!!!!!! R&R ********************************************************************

Darkness descends. Night regains its claim as I walk past

gates. Its screams its defiance as it is being closed. Walking past lost souls whose gaunt faces are lit by neon and

carlights. They are lost amid the encroaching roars, blinding light, and dancing shadows. Drowning in their inane minds and worries

I look up to see the dark sky. Still night betrays the gathering clouds.

Lightning flashes, thunder boom unmistakbly echoing its anger. It reverberates around the cramped structures. They appear like tombs and mausoleums draped in neon and flash.

This city bathed in cold light

The streets hold shelters where beggars shiver on the cold pavement. Littered with refuse andpaper, and puddles of rain. The pools, tears from an angry god.

I trod the streets, waters licking my weary feet. I am lost among these shades. They wallow in the refuse Fate created. Lost in their own shallow sundered realities.

Unfeeling they've become.

Blinded by lights, deep in secret sin, their eyes reflect tepid

pools reflecting chaos within.

Melancholy grips me. I am one of them. Cold stabs of ice in

my heart. Dreamily wanting release from its numbing embrace.

The wind blows scattering paper pieces. It makes elaborate passes to piece the puzzles drenched in puddles.

Reminds me of life. Insane pieces in an deranged order.

Once I had life, driven by love. Driven by dreams and passion that burned fiercely.

Then in the seeming nothingness fate draws its breath and lets out. Robbing me of life. The pieces scatter.

Now, I live among the lost, among the fated, made callous by fate.

The skies are ominous. Thunder boom, lightning crack.

Heavens again become the reposit of emotions of an angry god

Rain begins to fall. Wind blows chilling me.

Tears fall mingling with rain

I begin my walk inevitably, towards answers which lead to more questions. It has become the drone of my mechanical life

I have become an anachronism snugly fit in an insane puzzle. To Rot in this city bathed in cold

light. Lost among the lost.

Rain brings nothing

Dredging past lost souls

Gaunt faces lit

By neon and carlights... And still.....no one knows of the demon inside me.....Of the blood that I lust...of my joy for killing....Of my insanity...nor will they ever know......My victims quiet screams keep my secret safe.... **************************************************************************** * Equilbirium-thanks for reviewing again ^_^ sry.....no gore in this chap....but expect ALOT in the next chap.

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