Hangover hobby-kit does not own Mirage of Blaze. If he did… well, let's just say there'd be a lot more gay sex and a lot less talk. Btw, this is just a little poem I wrote at like 2 in the morning; it could really work for any pairing. I'm working on like 500 stories. Yes actual stories, not just a 1shot or poem. Oh and even better, none of them end in suicide, well I don't think so. Amazing. Anyways… Commence with the poem…. Whatever.
A Broken Chain
What would you do if I pulled the trigger?
Shot you right in the face
And then turned the gun on me
Would you cry?
If I missed you
Would you prefer on purpose?
Or accidentally
Would it even make a difference?
I'd like to think that it would
And that as I died in your arms
You'd take the gun and end yourself
But this is hypothetical of course
As you never loved me
And I was just in lust
But the suggestion sounds so inviting
It's hard to believe it never existed
Why can't we make it a reality?
It would really come as a shock
To all of those who hate us
And to those of whom did a lot
Love was never a reality to us
Nor much of a necessity
Not even really a goal
More of an eluding fantasy
One we never planned on following
So if everything is simply physical
Why not just end it all?
So what if we were never in love?
The thought of us dying in each other's arms
Simply intoxicating
So what shall we do with ourselves?
We could end it
Do you wish to?
Do I?
If I said I did, would I be lying?
If you say you did, would you be too?
Aren't we such a queer couple?
Me and you
Forever to the end
There was never any love
And you were just in lust
But to end it with you would be simply intoxicating
So we end it
Lover's in bleeding arms
Maybe it wasn't simply lust
Maybe we truly were in love
But 'maybe' is simply to late
For we are dead
But somehow it was worth it
Those who say it wasn't
They just never knew
They were simply liars
Foul and unimaginative
We were creative to the end
Artists in a different way
They say you truly did love me
That you had for four hundred years
I thought that they were liars
I thought you really hated me
And foolish I despised you back
But we broke the chain we'd lived for so long
The chain of love and despair
The chain of pain and hate
I now regret the way I forced you to submit
And in return you forced me
But in the end I was grateful
My lust overcoming
I hated you for so long
And there was never a reason why
Just my selfish desires to see the ones I loved suffer
I said love
Love
I suppose it wasn't just lust
I'd like to think that it was just physical
But my heart makes be believe otherwise
I wish that the phrase were true
The best part of believe is the lie
But my heart never lied
And there is no regret in there
Not an ounce for our decision
In fact I'm glad
Naoe and Kagetora are dead
Our vicious circle ended
Our love finally free
Free from my despise
Free from your rage
I love this newfound freedom
As we simply end to exist
Trapped in eternity together
And that was how it ended
You and me lovers
You and me dead