seto

those cold cerulean eyes, so painless
or so it seems.
i look at him across the study table, deeply absorbed in the book
strangely, tears well in my eyes.
he has suffered and he refuses to be wounded again
his heart is closed to the world
desperate and helpless, i stare into the dark void of oblivion
so dark and empty
"i don't need anybody" so familiar from his lips, yet so alien to his heart
why won't you let me love you?
why won't you let me heal your wounds?
i cannot hurt you, cannot stab you
i have lost myself and there is no map that can lead me back
unshed tears no longer glimmer in his eyes
he does not feel sadness, only empty
looking at him, i curse my life for never making me suffer
i cannot feel his anguish, cannot share his pain
cannot tell him a single word of comfort
Forgive me, my love
i am cruel and selfish, never to have been hurt while
the blood flows from your wounded heart
once again, his name escapes my lips, i long to say the name with love
his name i have spoken, "seto"
his brown hair bounces as he looks at me
those cold , frigid eyes that shield him from more pain
"what is it?" he asks
I stare,
what is there to say?


the person, referred to as "he" in this poem is seto kaiba, a character from the anime yu-gi-oh. i know it's weird but ever since i've seen him i can't get him out of my head.

death rhymes with hate

death , do you fear him?
he is hated and despised, yet you call him when you have no where else to go
why is he the last one?
why must he sit at a corner and weep until you call him in a hated voice?
the he runs to you with hope of acceptance and you turn away, wishing to hold onto the betraying thread of life.
while death cradles you lovingly and holds you when you sleep
love is but a veil of silver and silk that blinds you when you walk
when you stop walking and grasp the veil, love slips away
leaving you at the edge of the cliff.
when you fall, you call life you scream
"HOLD ME! SAVE ME!"
death waits patiently, tears shimmering in his face
tears as old as those large monuments that stand so high in time
when life pushes you away, he holds you and takes you away
you curse him and he smiles
pain has sunk too deep , does not hurt any more
what a hard thorn, from a black rose
scream, foolish mortal, scream for life
while death cries and carries you away.