Hitokugutsu

So cold,
So cold...
Yet your blood is still warm,
Congealing around my fingers,
On our bodies,
You struggle away,
It doesn't work,
It doesn't work...
Embrace Death's hold,
You grow cold.

In a temporary sleep...

Burning,
Burning...
I feel your hate towards me,
For what I did to you,
It only makes me want you more,
You struggled away,
It didn't work,
It didn't work...
Consciousness churning,
Inside, you're burning.

Flowing,
Flowing...
Blood is everywhere,
Such a beautiful color,
Dripping in rivulets like grains of sand,
You struggle no more,
It never worked,
It never worked...
Sedative like a scorpions sting
Through your veins it's flowing.

Your fingers unhinged,
Your wrists detatched,
Your limbs dislocated,
Your body...broken.

Strings,
Strings...
Some say pain is a sign of life
They are wrong, for pain is not needed,
You don't hate me anymore, you're dead,
I made you struggle,
I made you work,
I made you work...
You do what I want you to darling,
Hanging from my string.

Beauty lasts forever.
And now you do too,
My hitokugutsu.

Author's Note

Another favorite character of mine ^^

Reviews

[EylonBear]

this is amazing. I love it. it flows very well and the imagery is great. I love you you repeated certain lines for effect. it just made this poem even better.

[Natalie.]

You are so amazing, my dear Twin. =)

[Mistaken]

this is just wow....another that makes me speechless! I love the imagery aspired here and the flow of this iece