You should have ran for days

You should have ran for days
You embrace you betray
I am sick to say
You're a sad cliché
But when you ran you tripped and fell
On a path that lead you straight to hell
This is my salt in your wounds
This is my "I TOLD YOU SO"

Kyo sat up, sweet dripping from his nose. His bed was wet with sweet. He took deep breaths, his eyes wide in horror. His hands were shaking at his sides.

The darkness in which he sat only made it worse. He began to cry, his tears rolled down his checks and dripping onto his sheets. He shock with each deep sob. He felt like screaming out for his mom. He quickly covered his mouth. A gasp escaped from his lips. This was a bad nightmare.

If You Knew What I Know
Would You Move Like You Do?
With malicious Discontent
You went about hell-bent to destroy
But did you have a reason why?

The hunter sat in his chair. He leaned back and let out a long low sigh. Another restless night he was having. He began to shut his eyes. His eyes gently closed as he his head titled back, his first nap in 2 weeks. He jerked back up. He couldn't sleep now. Hell, he couldn't sleep for ever. He felt like a zombie, like the ones in 'The Night of the Living Dead.' Only he was a little smatter.

Haru got up from his seat and walked over to his window. He clutched his pants tight. He stared down at the rain covered street. Each puddle made a face at him. He laughed.

"Fuck you," He said as he walked away.

Here's to lowering caskets
Of old friends
Choice and consequence
We'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and
Start over, Start over.
Here's To Burying Hatchets in Those
Who You'd Never Call Your Friend..
We'll Birth A New Day With The Death Of An Old Day And..
Start Over! Start Over!

Tohru sat staring out the window. Her thoughts were on the man she had run into the other day. His face stuck in her mind. Her eyes scanned the fogged up land. She wished she could his face once again, his flawless futures. She shock her head. 'I'm starting to sound like Bella!' She told her self. He was just a person she meet on the street. But every word he said stuck to her like glue.

'Watch were ya going ya fucking idiot!'

She sighed.

'Nice to meet you too, dickhead.'

Can You Breathe In Reach And Let It Out
Thee Evil Inside that's eating you out tonight
With Every Venomous Move I Will Suck You Up And Spit You
Get Out Of My Life, Get Out Of My Sight!

He hated the rain. Of course, who didn't? Well, he hated the rain. All most as much as he hated his mother. He locked at the sky.

'You happy? Huh!? Huh you fucking whore!!" He yelled at the sky.

He could faintly hear an answer, an answer he so dreaded.

"Yes," The tiny voice whispered. A voice he wished so desperately to lose. His fist clinched into tight balls.

"Fuck off," He whispered. His pain was there, free to resurface.

"No," The voice whispered again.

"Well then fuck you!!" He screamed. His pain was unbearable. He kept on walking.

"Don't fight it Kyo," The voice said in his ear.

"Kyo is no more. All there's left is the monster you created."

You Let Yourself Get Carried Away
Don't Act Like Your Ashamed
You Let Yourself Get Carried Away
Bow your head now, accept the blame
You Let Yourself Get Carried Away
Bury this with you, a waste
And Now It's Time To See
What You Don't Mean To Me

Haru looked at his watch.

"Fuck," He said as he put it up. He let out a long sigh. "It's hopeless. Were else can this bastard be?"

He got into his car and began to drive. He turned up what was on. He heard 'Shameful' come onto the radio. He laid his head back and let him self get lost in the music.

"I'll get you fucking vampire. I'll avenge my brother's death," He vowed as he clinched his fist.

Now it's time to see
What you don't mean to me
Now it's time to see
What you don't mean to me

Kyo sat in the rain. 'You did this to me, you did this. Fucking whore.'

Kyo looked up again. "How the hell could you do this to your own son?"

"Monsters make a great play thing."

Kyo lifted his head. "Fuck. Not you. No, no, not you!"

"Yes it is me. Akito."

Here's to lowering caskets
Of old friends
Choice and consequence
We'll birth a new day
With the death of an old and
Start over, Start over.
Here's To Burying Hatchets in Those
Who You'd Never Call Your Friend..
We'll Birth A New Day With The Death Of An Old Day And..