Disclaimer: Uh... no.
Author's Notes: I don't know why I've suddenly taken a liking to writing
Battousai poetry. Actually, this poem I wrote the first 4 paragraphs
(stanza or whatever you call them) at school, the rest I wrote to complete
the poem.
Battousai's Ballad
Anger and hatred
Emotions on the edge
Tearing away the lining
Of the pure and kind.
Murdering families with hands of steel
Cold feelings that linger still
Living dead are truly here
Walking shells of air.
Internal battles from raging wars
Bloody carnage, wanting more
Desperation and gratification
All at the hands of exasperation.
Haunting thoughts and memories
Dying flowers and bleeding trees
Red tinged skin with anger hidden
Hatred lingers once it has risen.
Nights become the days of life
Light is not there, it's a flickering lie
Bloody past and deathly future
Darkness will always enter.
Tied to ways of pain and destruction
Souls torn and infested with devastation
Hands of death on a human being
Emotions hidden, they hold no meaning.
Protection of the innocent
The twisted visions of enlightenment
Wrong ways for right reasons
The cause of this inner treason.
Anger and hatred
Emotions from the edge
The life of a decepted has accepted
Blood soaked hands, the regret has risen.
Author's Notes: Opinions are welcome. It's funny how when I get angry I
relate to Battousai on levels like this. Hope this was enjoyable.
Love and hugs,
Crystal Renee