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DaMaGeD -a poem inspired by a manga, Talicat
Something I don't understand is
Sometimes my head hurts
And I want to cry
I close my eyes
And seem to sleep
But when I awake
And open my eyes
There is glass everywhere
Or I'm not where I was
Or there's blood on the floor
Before me, someone else's.
Someone's always there saying
"It'll all be ok."
But they're wrong
And they don't see the glass
On my shirt, the blood
On my hands, the loss
Of memory they don't know about.
Forgetting but knowing the truth still.
I know. . .
They'll never understand
The truth about me.
Sometimes I don't forget
And I watch him ruin me
I see as if from outside me
Windows breaking, me throwing
The chair that before
I could hardly lift.
Me watching the blood of another spray.
Laughing. But I don't feel happy!
Who is he that looks so much like me?
I think one day they'll see him
See what we've done
The glass, the blood,
But they won't believe
That I forget and lose control.
They won't isten,
Try to tame him
It can't be done!
My head will hurt
I'll cry into my hands
They can't see the tears
But he can see all
As they lead me away
I'll close my eyes
And seem to sleep
They'll try to wake me then
He speaks in rhymes
Then they'll believe me
When I say I didn't remember
He speaks in rhymes
Had no control
I lost control, I did
I say I didn't want to hurt anyone
HeÕs there, rhymes
Anyone in the world,
But there's someone living in me
The faster my heart beats
The more I'm him and less I'm me
He says it's for the best
Rhymes. . .games. . .
I'll open my eyes
but no one
Games in my mind
Will say "It'll all be ok."
Ever again.
I fear this is my destiny now.
And here his riddle begins:
They won't say it ever again
Will I ever control him?
Be part of someone else, please!
Dead soul eating out my heart
Because it needs a living body
I set it free, I didn't mean to
Let him do such things, I told
Him to stop, stop doing this
"Free," He begs, "Let me free! I must get out,
You need me!"
Must I always listen?
Believe me I wish he would go
Me, his puppet. The quiet one speaks out:
Kill him? he doesn't realize his crime, he's insane!
Me, the child who can't escape.
Before you go. hear this
It's part of you too,
Too powerful to deny it is real
Late to discover it, but you still can escape!
A hint to the child's rhyme:
The first of ev'ry line
Will reveal his last words
Before he became mine.