Blood Darkness

by Raventhedarkgoddess

Risika finds an ancient poem she wrote when she was first changed. She decides to record it, in her own special way, and finds that she's still missing something: Her old life. RR, please

Raventhedarkgoddess: First time I tried anything like this on a book, be nice, please.............

Blood Darkness

I found this in the bottom drawer, from my days when things were different, from my days when I resented the girl I had been forced to become, when I resented being changed and resented being alive. That's changed now, but this poem has not. I'm going to write it now, in this book, remove it from the fading paper before it all vanishes. I am Risika: I am that girl who wrote this poem, scared of demons and witches and dying, of my own dying which will not happen now. I was too mortal to realize: Once you are changed, you cannot change back. There is no going back: But I do not want to forget how it was. So I write it here, in this tiny black book, which I will keep my pain in for the next few years, until it's even more controlable, until I am power of powers. I am Risika, and from this day forth I will have nothing other than what I show to you hear.

Blood Darkness

I found myself alone today.
I did not know the girl I was.I found myself broken today.
And within my ears I heard a buzz.
This world seems unfair, I can never die.
I am not who I want to be.
This world just isn't right to people.
That I must just drink blood to exist, to be me.
What happened to the girl I was?
At once I became this cold stranger.
These words are eatting at my heart.
With nothing left to bet or wager.
To sell your soul is called a crime.
For now I am surely damned for all.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
I'm the lowest of fallen, I cannot take a fall.
The darkness of the sky looks at me.
It sees right through to my terrified heart.
But it is not a cure for what I have become.
This world and my reality so far apart.
I've been sucked into a new darkness.
One that's left with only pain and blood.
Yet I cannot drink to save myself.
This promise I make to the thing I cannot love, the sun.

Yes, there it is, and to think I was once that foolish...............

No more. My old life is gone. I am Riska now, now and forever.

Part of me still wants to go home.