I lay on the frigid ground,
Clinching the earth with tainted hands,
Shattered by the spikes of the land,
Which once held my being dearly.
Sense of gladness has fleeted,
Hastened by the shame that was dealt.
One blow from a fist so trusted,
Was all it took to destroy me.
So inept to recover.
Life leeches my living carcass,
Hope seeps as the sun stings wounds.
May the wind carry my anguish.
It is futile to refuse.
Stubbornness’ lead me to this end.
These plains may hide my torture,
But my blood will curse it eternally.
- Rasui Akira
written in October 17, 2005 – 07:00 AM
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