Summary : (one shot) Drabble about Gaara
I lie, sometimes to make people happy but I want to lie about my pain. About how I'm already dead.
And that I have been from the day I was born. These black rings burn into my head like hells hole.
No one sees passed that image.Darkness can't engulf me it's too scared of what will happen while I
sleep. Sleep what is it ? A word, a syllable a dream or a imposible ambition? I'll wait though, I'll wait
until I can see her face again. I see her rarely now, the sand is becoming restless in her image. It
just wants blood, but I can't give nasty blood only some will fit. Thats why I don't kill them, that's
why I don't kill my own blood. Why can't I just let go? Why can't I be the ultimate sacrifice? What
does blood matter when it isn't disturbed and why does it matter when I take a life? It's hurting.
I'm hurting so it is too. Maybe It'll go away, maybe I can sleep and be normal..be like them.
They can feel it. My killer intent inside me. But He hasn't come out maybe he's going away...
then I'll show it. I'll show it through my eyes I won't be pure but I'll be me...not the Demon of Suna.
I won't be feared. They will see and They'll give me a chance. I'm waiting...go away...so it'll happen...
Let me feel...
Gaara
