Intermission and some poetry!

What you've all been waiting for... Intermission! YAY, grab some popcorn and drinks folks and then the story will be underway again. Here's a little eva poetry I wrote in my spare time.

The End

The world alone, silent as death, a desperate "I" was heard, Thus the beast shouted I at the end, The end of the silent world.

With My Own Hands

The purple monster had what appeared a grimace as it stood against the sunset. Inside, a small boy sat trembling as a tear escaped his tightly shut eyes. "Why..." he whispered into the orange fluid that surrounded him. Everything he didn't want was outside, a glace reminded him of it. The black and red EVA lay on the ground smashed into millions of pieces. "With my own hands..." he thought mercilessly as he looked down at these chunks of flesh and blood that felt so clumsy. He wanted to rid himself of them, remove the dirty objects, which had caused so much pain, and so much suffering.