Hello again, minna-san! I hope everybody had a very Merry Christmas, Yule, all the others that I can't remember, and a Happy new Year!! 2005 is here, and with it comes new wishes, dreams, and loves. You might even meet the man/woman of your dreams this year!! And thanks goes to Lugian for reviewing myfirst poem.
This is another Love Hina poem, but I decided to do one about the torture that Keitaro goes through. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As I have said before, Love Hina is not mine. It is the property of the amazing Ken Akamatsu. However…this work of poetry is mine, not anyone else's.
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Anger, Abuse, and Death
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It seems that my only purpose in Life
Is to be a target for anger
Misery seems to like torturing me
My whole life
Naru's fist, Motoko's sword,
Kitsune's tricks and scams
And even sweet little Shinobu
Has joined the abuse party
What I used to live for
Has traveled beyond my reach
The only thought that comforts me now
Is thinking of Death night and day
The promised girl that I remember
Has started to yell at me in my dreams
And Haruka is probably the only one
Who respects me in my life
Now please Death, come for me,
Let me sleep in your warm embrace
Take me to the other side
Where pain does not exist.
I can feel the energy of Him around me
The wind blowing his cloak to and fro
He says "Come, my son, come with me,"
And I black out, never to return to this place
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Well, I hope it satisfies your need for dark poetry. Ja ne!!