Rath- Hello. I see Set, my dear Yami, typed up a chapter of 'Drag on' w/out (see other stories I've written) me…
Set- ^_^
Rath- But didn't do anything on the list I wrote him.
Set- ^_^()
Rath- *sigh* But what else can I expect from him?
Set- -_-()
Rath- Oh well, it doesn't matter. You'll just do all my chores and errands today.
Set- 0_0…*soon smirks* ^_^
Rath- 0_0 Wait, never mind, Lord knows what havoc you'll wreak.
Set- ^_^ We no own Dragon Knights.
Rath- It ways seem pointless to punish him.
Set- Me know.
Rath sat on his bed and curled up, wrapping his arms around his knees. He got up to look at the window by his bedside. He rested a hand on the glass of the window, the fog forming around his hand, like a ghostly aura. A reflection in the mirror stared back, dotted with surreal white specks. It was like the gray night sky was crying. The fingers of the trees were waving and caressing the clouds, as if a comforting friend or close one.
'It's snowing. I don't like the snow. Bad things happen when it snows.' He sighed, lips barely moving to utter the words. 'Bad things…'
Kharl's words lingered in his mind. To whom do I belong? Why bother though… That's my purpose in life, as it seems. To remain and allow others to control me? I've been mutilated and changed so much. I've been taken apart, and left to pieces.
As I am, broken
Shattered and irreparable
Every smile formed
Every shred of seemingly 'bliss'
Is graved six-feet-under
All, all my conspiracy
A pact, complicity
Between my face emotion
And me, only
Me
No matter how I try to mend
I am only left with more
Of the broken
Pieces and parts
If I were to forfeit staying alive
Give up my futile forcing for life
Don't revive…
Could I grow
Not Worse?
Worthless sand running through polished glass is my hope
That of which my hour glass
But, why even
Ask?
When it has long since run out?
Do as much and go on as long
I will, I feel a desire to, I must
But still, I do not see, the point runs from me
As I am, Broken
Rath- Alright, then, please review. Ja ne!
Set- Later!