Post by lostandtorn616 on Jun 17, 2007 12:12:57 GMT -5
You came into my life, sudden and chilling, like winter’s captivating breeze
Emotionless eyes, a cold, unfaltering glare, my otherworldly tease
Depicted to the world across a vast-colored canvas, painted in all your morbid and ferocious glory
You completed me once I laid eyes on you, casting me a foreboding glower; your memento mori.
Inhuman teeth slicked with saliva as the beast hungers for bloodshed; you submit to Its silent demand
A truculent pre-teen eternally guarded in a cocoon of sand
Grains give off a putrid aroma; they reek of blood, crimson tears stained in your countless victims
Garnet tresses sway in melodious harmony with the wind’s motherly caress.
Pale flesh glistens under the watchful intensity of moonlight; twin gems of emerald green lit in distress
Flash an omniscient menace, you appear childishly content wallowing in the pit of darkness
Where your heart beats; it pumps dark, tainted blood through your twisted system
Your mind and emotions are forever bent, your morales and conception of good is just an antemortem.
And you make no feats of reconstruction, for you are no curious twelve year-old
I can’t help but feel compassion for you; if I ever told you this, you’d rot my heart to a dusty cold
You are not confused of the world’s antics; no knot of anxiety tightens in the bowels of your stomach
At the thought of puberty, wondering when your first kiss will come, whom your first love will be.
Sprout your wings and fly my black dove, forlorn yet free
You appear as a young boy, a ‘child’, but I know this is not true; your spirit has long since withered
You feel no compassion for one person except yourself. Taking life is a task not abhorred
As your unique eyes glimmer sharply in an endless frozen light, untold knowledge hidden away.
Hatred courses through your veins as you think of your bastardized father like an overly-worn cliché
They deem you to be a monster, a demon wielding a thirst for blood, never to be quenched
It orders you subconsciously to carry out an execution, one after another, deaths piling to your blotched
Mind as one by one they come, screaming accusations, dark fawn.
Never to reap unto others and you steal their breath away, life has finally withdrawn
Six years of your childhood was lost, broken memories and innocence vanished in a single night
Yashamaru-ji tried to steal your life; the sand protected you, alas your sanity had taken flight
‘Ai’ is tattooed upon your brow; a sign of self-respect, cursed to care for no one’s life but your own.
Emotional agony bit your mind; motherless, an outcast in your family, trapped in the Twilight Zone
You brood in unvoiced rage, suffering in saddened silence, but do you know I writhe in pain as well?
Before the midnight chime strikes and my end is brought, I’ll give anything for you to be my death knell
Grant me this final wish. You’ll think nothing of me but a forgotten memory, but please this I bequeath
To you. Kill me softly or kill me quickly. Bathe your hands in my blood; let the sand fashion a myelin sheath.
My heart is yours to break
My sanity is yours to take
My soul is yours to reap
These tears I shed are for you whence I weep.
Here I sit, pouring out wistful words, dutifully bound, obsessing over you, a boy of twelve winters
Whose frozen flames chill my body and freeze my blood, bumps crawl as passionate embers shimmers
Spark in the depths of my heart, sanity and madness cut to twain, dismal melancholy and self-loathing
Possessed by a Sand Spirit, thought as the incarnate of the demon you imprison, It can’t help but resort to gloating.
It relishes in the gouts of crimson dancing through the air
I know it’s against your will, fueling that monstrosity with chaotic endurance, but I can no longer bear
The thought of you taking the life of another
Please forgive me – for I may spit on the name of your mother.
She who gave you life despised you with every fiber of her being and sustained the demon’s power
With her undying hatred of Sunagakure and you, her demonic child, at the darkest hour
Demented yet cunning, misfortune and death follows in your wake, my beautiful sadist
Abashed in feelings unblessed, unable to feel regret or devotion, incapable of emotions; a young absist.
I want to tell you something, something I long to whisper to the wind, in the hopes it would echo
In your mind; swirl about in your apathetic thoughts, prod your charred heart like the flames of Alecto
Dismiss my unspoken words if you so desire. Hate me and seek out my life if you wish
With just one glacial lour my existence would come to an end, or a simple mindless swish.
Of tendrils and grains of your sand would be appropriate, to your liking, end it all with the utmost drama
I just want to whisper these words to you and no one else: Aishiteru Gaara-sama.
Emotionless eyes, a cold, unfaltering glare, my otherworldly tease
Depicted to the world across a vast-colored canvas, painted in all your morbid and ferocious glory
You completed me once I laid eyes on you, casting me a foreboding glower; your memento mori.
Inhuman teeth slicked with saliva as the beast hungers for bloodshed; you submit to Its silent demand
A truculent pre-teen eternally guarded in a cocoon of sand
Grains give off a putrid aroma; they reek of blood, crimson tears stained in your countless victims
Garnet tresses sway in melodious harmony with the wind’s motherly caress.
Pale flesh glistens under the watchful intensity of moonlight; twin gems of emerald green lit in distress
Flash an omniscient menace, you appear childishly content wallowing in the pit of darkness
Where your heart beats; it pumps dark, tainted blood through your twisted system
Your mind and emotions are forever bent, your morales and conception of good is just an antemortem.
And you make no feats of reconstruction, for you are no curious twelve year-old
I can’t help but feel compassion for you; if I ever told you this, you’d rot my heart to a dusty cold
You are not confused of the world’s antics; no knot of anxiety tightens in the bowels of your stomach
At the thought of puberty, wondering when your first kiss will come, whom your first love will be.
Sprout your wings and fly my black dove, forlorn yet free
You appear as a young boy, a ‘child’, but I know this is not true; your spirit has long since withered
You feel no compassion for one person except yourself. Taking life is a task not abhorred
As your unique eyes glimmer sharply in an endless frozen light, untold knowledge hidden away.
Hatred courses through your veins as you think of your bastardized father like an overly-worn cliché
They deem you to be a monster, a demon wielding a thirst for blood, never to be quenched
It orders you subconsciously to carry out an execution, one after another, deaths piling to your blotched
Mind as one by one they come, screaming accusations, dark fawn.
Never to reap unto others and you steal their breath away, life has finally withdrawn
Six years of your childhood was lost, broken memories and innocence vanished in a single night
Yashamaru-ji tried to steal your life; the sand protected you, alas your sanity had taken flight
‘Ai’ is tattooed upon your brow; a sign of self-respect, cursed to care for no one’s life but your own.
Emotional agony bit your mind; motherless, an outcast in your family, trapped in the Twilight Zone
You brood in unvoiced rage, suffering in saddened silence, but do you know I writhe in pain as well?
Before the midnight chime strikes and my end is brought, I’ll give anything for you to be my death knell
Grant me this final wish. You’ll think nothing of me but a forgotten memory, but please this I bequeath
To you. Kill me softly or kill me quickly. Bathe your hands in my blood; let the sand fashion a myelin sheath.
My heart is yours to break
My sanity is yours to take
My soul is yours to reap
These tears I shed are for you whence I weep.
Here I sit, pouring out wistful words, dutifully bound, obsessing over you, a boy of twelve winters
Whose frozen flames chill my body and freeze my blood, bumps crawl as passionate embers shimmers
Spark in the depths of my heart, sanity and madness cut to twain, dismal melancholy and self-loathing
Possessed by a Sand Spirit, thought as the incarnate of the demon you imprison, It can’t help but resort to gloating.
It relishes in the gouts of crimson dancing through the air
I know it’s against your will, fueling that monstrosity with chaotic endurance, but I can no longer bear
The thought of you taking the life of another
Please forgive me – for I may spit on the name of your mother.
She who gave you life despised you with every fiber of her being and sustained the demon’s power
With her undying hatred of Sunagakure and you, her demonic child, at the darkest hour
Demented yet cunning, misfortune and death follows in your wake, my beautiful sadist
Abashed in feelings unblessed, unable to feel regret or devotion, incapable of emotions; a young absist.
I want to tell you something, something I long to whisper to the wind, in the hopes it would echo
In your mind; swirl about in your apathetic thoughts, prod your charred heart like the flames of Alecto
Dismiss my unspoken words if you so desire. Hate me and seek out my life if you wish
With just one glacial lour my existence would come to an end, or a simple mindless swish.
Of tendrils and grains of your sand would be appropriate, to your liking, end it all with the utmost drama
I just want to whisper these words to you and no one else: Aishiteru Gaara-sama.