Tarnished and ruined,
Fallen from grace.
Forgotten by all,
Does anyone recognize this face?

Ugly and cold,
Day's gone bad,
Tomorrow turned to yesterday,
Look at my world, it's so sad.

Forgotten, forsaken,
You pick which one.
Old and worn down,
My days feel done.

Torn between,
What I know is right,
And what I must do,
This will me my last fight.

Abused and hurt,
Blood on my face,
Used and unwanted,
I'm such a disgrace.

What life did I have?
What was it like before?
Is hope wasted,
Is there anything left fighting for?

Where is the good?
Where are the grand?
Where are the heroes?
Where do I stand?

Lost on this road,
That I've followed round,
Cold and shaking,
In these lies I've been bound,

By this ruined, unwanted, used and abused corpse.

((For a fic I never finished, where Hiei killed Yusuke and Kuwabara by mistake, and questioned himself and way of living. Asked what he had done, and how he had gone wrong. Couldn't write the fic, but I could write the poem.))