full moon.


[//FULL_M00N.]

Curled up in her empty bed,
Her hair too long to care.
Thirsty for life, never being fed,
Facing toward you with an empty stare.

Her clothes are too big,
And her nails too long.
She knows what she did,
She always does it wrong.

She skrewed up life as a whole,
By taking her own and doing the unspoken.
Cused forever to take in souls,
Souls that have died, and now are broken.

White wings, she bears,
The ruler of the Shinigami.
In the underwold, where no one cares,
Never trusting anyone but me.

White wings,
That can't be right.
And the song that she sings,
Her soul has some light.

If you will carry your tears,
And move on to tomarrow.
I will take away your fears.
I will take away your sorrows.

I will call you angels.



I will not call your name,
Now that you have run.
Strong I must remain,
For you, my dearest one.

Tears? You cried for me?
You were a different person then.
Why was it that face I could never see?
I'm so sorry for bearing so much sin.

I must not cry out,
It is dangerous for you to come back.
Please, dear one, chose the right route.
And gain the heart that I so lack.

It was my way to react,
But I am going there again.
I heard a song, and so I came back.
It was your song, dearst one.

I will live here for you.



Poetry by Tori
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 08:47

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