No Name

by T. Mad Hatter

This is a poem from Trowa's POV about his lack of a name. The part about Hawk has to do with my other stories, Mistakes and Solutions. Read and review, please.

No-Name

I think I'll just kill another,

To feel more alive.

My eyes will light with fire,

As I inwardly die.

This game I play is endless,

As no one can win.

But you can't see beyond me

The apathy I'm lost in.

Their necks crack and break,

As my own remains the same.

I'm not Hawk, Nanashi; the Silencer--

As a killer, I need no name.