this poem is from Kenshin's point of view. they're basically some internal frustrations about how everyone seems to think they understand him. Kenshin is looking back to his bloody past (in Samurai X) as he 'thinks' these words. this poem was created from some war stories that my grandfather told my father, who then passed them on to me.
Disclaimer:i do not own Rurouni Kenshin or Samurai X. i dont think i need to repeat this, but once again if i find plagerizism i will find you, track you down, tell you i'm flattered, add that i'm also very angery, and then proceed to inflict various forms of pain on you.
domo arigato and enjoy! . (srry, i'm bipolar)
What the hell do you think you know?
Don't you dare condemn me to death row
I was a warrior poised on the front line
I made sure that no one my death warrant would sign
Don't say 'Move on with you life' like
You understand how I felt seeing my captain's head on a pike
Have you ever seen a demon or man
With their stomach cut open, get up to fight again?
Do you know what it's like to see
Your comrade's arm snap and the bone break free
To rip and rupture through the flesh
Like a knife slicing through a thin wire mesh
I've cut clean through bodies with my sword like they were butter
Saw the hot lifeblood gush up and sputter
Pour from their mouth in a thick bloodbath
Never though about it 'till the aftermath
Do you know the smell of blood, rotting and fresh
That flood the battlefield plains as sickly-sweet scents clash?
Hardened myself from seeing each life as its own complex story
Just threw myself into battle to kill, though not for the glory
The murders of the revolution were all I did well
So I swung my sword, waited and watched as enemies all fell
There is no glory in the severance of life
Yet I live on, though I live on in strife