A poem from Hiei's POV: Angst:
Crimson deliverance
The smell fills the air
The scent makes me sick
My conscience can't bare
All the pain I inflict
In my dreams at night I'm taunted
By the faces of the slain
They stare with empty eyes, looks haunted
In remembrance of their pain
I taste the blood it fills my mouth
The thick liquid gagging me
I cough and gasp there's
No way out of this hell, my purgatory
And so in desperation
I realize that I can be freed
The pain of my blade brings exultation
Death clouds my vision as I cease to be
At long last I can rest
At long last all is well
For there is no sweeter reward with which to be blest
Then that given by the flames of hell
End
AN- yes as I said this is from my account as possession on FP. Net only modified so it fits better.
As always:
.V. peace to you all
I aint saying it again so take it while you can
And of course don't forget to R&R
Chao bambini
----M.M.