A/N:
This is a non-rhyming short poem about the agony felt by Hitokiri
Battousai, and the conflict within his soul. It's pretty intense. Thanks
for all the reviews and I hope you'll send more!

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Inhumanity

Here I stand
Among those who have fallen
By my blade
The ground is wet with fear
Thick with blood, and pain
That echoes from their souls
Like screaming phantoms

Go away! Go!
All you filthy spirits!
I have done what needed to be done
I have accomplished my task
There is no need for such torture

My hands tremble
The sword slips from my grip
It is drenched in crimson
The rain turns to blood

Have I gone insane?

What has happened to my soul?
Where did the child in my heart go?
Can I ever find it again?

My heart dies
And my soul with it
I do not want to leave
Help me, please!
Don't let me drown in this pool
Of chaos and bloodshed
Help me! Help me!

This pain...will it ever leave me?
This sword has pierced my heart
Oh God, let it not remain there for eternity
I don't wish to die with blood on my hands

What has happened to my soul?
It is lost among those that I have slain
I have destroyed myself with these deeds
This madness, this lust...

Passion! Glorious insanity!
I feel it ringing in my ears and burning in my eyes
Like the sun at mid-day and the moon at night
Again and again I have felt it

And...
I can't seem to let it go...

No! I must fight this madness
And sheath the deadly sword that still
Clings to my heart and cuts deep
Into the marrow of my bones

Someone...

Won't someone rescue me?
No...
No one will ever come
I have no soul
I am not human

I am a hitokri...