A Poem From The View Of Denki Utadenwa.
ザ悪 | Za Aka | The Evil
I slowly dragged my feet
Through the dusty labyrinth
No expression
She stumbled in front of me
Running for her life
I simply smiled to myself
She would never win
Labyrinths go one way
And so does she
I dragged the knife across the fabric of my sleeve
The seams giving with a pleasing tear
A gasp
A thud
She hit the ground
Shivering violently
I wrapped my fingers around her arm and pulled her up
She looked at me with unsure eyes
Shaky words slipped from her lips
"I don't know"
I forced the knife into her and let go
Everything overcast in faint light, the blood stained my hands in deep red
I stood over her pale corpse
Knowing that I still hadn't won
No one knew
No one could answer my question
I would be here forever, asking it over and over
and repeatedly leaving the bodies of unwise souls behind
No one could answer my question
The question that had no answer
The question that held me down here in my own personal hell
The question that strengthened my fist tightly around the knife
I couldn't bear it anymore
I turned the blade reversed and stared at the dried blood on the edge
As I thrust the blade towards myself
I whispered to every dead body and every lost soul
"Won't anyone love me?"
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Please feel free to post your ideas of the storyline :D
ザ悪 | Za Aka | The Evil
I slowly dragged my feet
Through the dusty labyrinth
No expression
She stumbled in front of me
Running for her life
I simply smiled to myself
She would never win
Labyrinths go one way
And so does she
I dragged the knife across the fabric of my sleeve
The seams giving with a pleasing tear
A gasp
A thud
She hit the ground
Shivering violently
I wrapped my fingers around her arm and pulled her up
She looked at me with unsure eyes
Shaky words slipped from her lips
"I don't know"
I forced the knife into her and let go
Everything overcast in faint light, the blood stained my hands in deep red
I stood over her pale corpse
Knowing that I still hadn't won
No one knew
No one could answer my question
I would be here forever, asking it over and over
and repeatedly leaving the bodies of unwise souls behind
No one could answer my question
The question that had no answer
The question that held me down here in my own personal hell
The question that strengthened my fist tightly around the knife
I couldn't bear it anymore
I turned the blade reversed and stared at the dried blood on the edge
As I thrust the blade towards myself
I whispered to every dead body and every lost soul
"Won't anyone love me?"
~ ~ ~ ~
Please feel free to post your ideas of the storyline :D