Crona's PoemCrona's PoemMore Like This
Everyone has a hell; it's just hidden, inside their head.
Darkness in my blood flood through my being slowly, much like a river flowing into a well.
Scars of black blood and souls captured by the unholy blade,
Screams of humans that pierced my ears as I bother not to hear what they tried to say.
I'm alone, truly alone. With a mother who beat me and stole my freedom, I was a prisoner
In my own home.
The walls around me close in, slowly, ever so slowly they begin to cave in and creak.
Breath ragged in sleep, haunting memories of dark sins to keep.
The ever silent death glides behind, every step, each breath
A dull sign of being alive.
Colors and kindness seem dim and bitter,
Everyone gave up on me the world's youngest sinner.
I can't deal with this .I just can't.
Slaying humans and taking their souls, growing stronger as my blade cackles at the food that's been granted
Blood red tears stream down weary eyes, tired of death, of all these lies.
Black Star x Kid - How it Started 2More Like This
Black*Star woke up to the soft noise of the shower being turned on. He rubbed his eyes, looked at the clock hanging from the wall, and was about to get up when he remembered he didn't have to.
That day there was a special weapon-only class in the morning, so he didn't have to go to school until three.
The assassin smiled tiredly and turned around; ready to go back to sleep, but a sudden beeping sound startled him out of his slumber.
"Who the heck calls anyone this early…" Black*Star looked around for his mobile phone that kept ringing louder and louder. "Where is that damn phone!?"
Finally, the annoyed boy picked up his phone and answered with a grumpy "Hello?" to hear Soul's voice return his cranky greet.
"Hey Black*Star. I have to ask you something, dude."
"Well, it better be important!" The blue-haired boy lay back down on his bed. "You know I don't have any classes this morning."
"Yeah, about that. Look, I can't skip today's