Post by Shizuki Ichiro on Feb 24, 2008 3:08:44 GMT 1
(This is happening after the events of "The Poet")
A child seemed fairly amused as he watched rings of smoke come from a man’s mouth, envying him, wishing that he to could do such a trick. Sick sorrow spread through the child’s mother as she looked upon the man after hearing of her child’s admiration. Had the man heard it to? Knowing that he may be the cause of some child’s sooner death in the future didn’t shake him to the core? He seemed to have ignored the loud words and the woman was disgusted, but she could not see out side the box and realize if the boy was to smoke, he was to smoke…. Then again she hadn’t realized the light mutterings coming from the man’s lips, mutterings that were some what the same as he tried to harmonize the poem that was slowly coming to mind. He’d heard no such words that would signal that he’d just tainted a child with his bad habits, nor had he even noticed how ‘fine’ his mother had been or how young and single she had look.
No, he was in his own mind, thinking his own things as he sat up in a near to lone tree somewhere around the village, personally he couldn’t tell you where until actually realizing what was around him. He’d walked here in his own mind, and climbed up while still in his own world and so, he was still in his own world of words and pain, and his wish for love, release… Things that would please him more than a kill of an enemy and soothe him more than the flow of blood.
He lifted the cigarette from his lips and examined it for a moment, his eyes dulled with thought.
“For thou is my death
But for the right I would quit
She shall be my drug of which I live by
My addiction
Taking over my soul in such a sweet way
It’ll heal me
Break me and create me anew!
For that one….
“That one,” he repeated the words seemed to not quite fit with what he was going with in the poem. He took in another toxic breath and sighed. “Oh for that one! That one that will save me from the hell I have built myself, the hell my father has built… Be my god and save me already! I wait!… I wait… For my savior. My everything” He shook his head after the small speech and shook his head with a faint laugh. “ Sad I am, to think that love will solve my sorrows, but the question is… What else will but love? And who could ever find it here of all places?”
Once the last breath of his cigarette was taken in he flicked the butt away and set himself down on the ground with a light jump off the tree and before leaving his own world he muttered faint words that he wasn’t even sure what they were once he’d hit the ground and heard voices not to far away.
I care for you already…. were his last words.
His steps carried beats of relaxation and contentment, as he wondered where he would go as his stomach began to beg with a growl. Ramen! One would say with lack of money on them and a belly in need, but he always had a horrible feel when he went there alone… But perhaps some new memories would change his mind, perhaps not… But this thought only made him realize his lack of friends and people he socialized with… To pick someone out perhaps would be fun. SSomeone serious perhaps? Someone who looked fun? Or perhaps no one… He was so torn as he thought of fun besides poetry and the growl of his desperate tummy!
“Hell! This is,” nearly shouted as he chuckled a bit, “Hell in its own way when you are all so bored!”
No, he was in his own mind, thinking his own things as he sat up in a near to lone tree somewhere around the village, personally he couldn’t tell you where until actually realizing what was around him. He’d walked here in his own mind, and climbed up while still in his own world and so, he was still in his own world of words and pain, and his wish for love, release… Things that would please him more than a kill of an enemy and soothe him more than the flow of blood.
He lifted the cigarette from his lips and examined it for a moment, his eyes dulled with thought.
“For thou is my death
But for the right I would quit
She shall be my drug of which I live by
My addiction
Taking over my soul in such a sweet way
It’ll heal me
Break me and create me anew!
For that one….
“That one,” he repeated the words seemed to not quite fit with what he was going with in the poem. He took in another toxic breath and sighed. “Oh for that one! That one that will save me from the hell I have built myself, the hell my father has built… Be my god and save me already! I wait!… I wait… For my savior. My everything” He shook his head after the small speech and shook his head with a faint laugh. “ Sad I am, to think that love will solve my sorrows, but the question is… What else will but love? And who could ever find it here of all places?”
Once the last breath of his cigarette was taken in he flicked the butt away and set himself down on the ground with a light jump off the tree and before leaving his own world he muttered faint words that he wasn’t even sure what they were once he’d hit the ground and heard voices not to far away.
I care for you already…. were his last words.
His steps carried beats of relaxation and contentment, as he wondered where he would go as his stomach began to beg with a growl. Ramen! One would say with lack of money on them and a belly in need, but he always had a horrible feel when he went there alone… But perhaps some new memories would change his mind, perhaps not… But this thought only made him realize his lack of friends and people he socialized with… To pick someone out perhaps would be fun. SSomeone serious perhaps? Someone who looked fun? Or perhaps no one… He was so torn as he thought of fun besides poetry and the growl of his desperate tummy!
“Hell! This is,” nearly shouted as he chuckled a bit, “Hell in its own way when you are all so bored!”
