Crimson In A Blue Ocean

Here I am, under these pine trees, laying and wondering when... if the sun will set, while fluffy sheep-clouds and winds whisper a waltz in the blue sky.

I hear my ragged breath dry my mouth, cracking my lips, and I hear the echoes of my thumping heartbeat, filling my whole body, echoing in my head, accentuating the bedamned pounding I feel. I gasp for more air, my orange outfit itchy and uncomfortable on me while I lay on the ground after such a hard work out.

I needed to get the rage out of me, working it out, punch after punch after kick.

And then I shattered the log with a charka reinforced kick, finally exhausting my reserves, tears and sweat mingling, only to drip slowly to the floor.

I can still follow it with my eyes,

I hear the tiny noise,

And I watch.

Watch the ground absorb

Precious life.

My cuts and scrapes have been healed by Kyuubi, but what is inside is impossible to fix.

And I'm dripping poison on the pieces of my heart.

Too bad rain is the only thing that covers up tears,

For my mask has been cracked.

Yet again..

And people are supposed to tell me that staying out in the cold rainwater will make me catch a cold, but no matter how long I stand, sopping wet, nothing changes.

I can only remember being ill once,

My forehead burning for release,

Gibbreish running through my mind.

Unable to think.

Forgive me Father,

For I have sinned.

When anger is too concentrated for me to dilute..

And when the drop of crimson poison bleaches and spreads through the colour of my "innocent" eyes,

I am lost.

It is another mask..

Just more violent than the last..

But sometimes,

It is anger that motivates me to do more than last,

Anger that fuels my desire to be first.

Anger that slaps away those hurtfull, lashing tongues.

I cannot bleed this poison out of my limbs,

With nine-tails heals it so fast..

So I keep on going.

Like I always do.

And I try to clear a way through those obstacles crowding my view,

'Cause there's only a straight road to one's goal,

To the point you see.

Climbing the mountain,

Never coming down.

Break into the contents,

Never falling down.

And now I pick my limp body off the dusty trainging ground floor.

I will not lie,

I will not fall,

I will not cry.

I will not fail.

I will not give up!

And so I cannot cry,

For I am exhausted.

And yet still poison drips,

And my heart aches for something.

Something I do not yet truly understand.

So I keep on going onwards,

Climbing this mountain of mine.