My blood is black,
Yours is red,
That makes all the difference,
The hate, the bruises,
Maybe it's just my mother's love?
Ragnarok is my friend, or at least that's what I thought,
Friends are supposed to hurt me a lot,
Those screams, those cries,
I can hear them after they die,
Mother says it's okay though,
That those people deserved to go,
Just like those bunnies that I had to kill,
I stared after their hearts had become still,
The last one left had shivered and tried to run,
I brought down the sword and my job was done,
Mother let me stay out of the cell that night,
Because I had caused that disgusting sight,
She praised me and gave a grin
I felt horrible and my stomach started to spin,
The killings were people from then on out,
I murdered without a single doubt,
Then I met Maka and tried to kill her too,
But she told me that we could be friends and pulled me through,
Now that I think on what I've done,
I don't deserve her,
I don't deserve anyone,
All this kindness being shown,
The seeds of guilt are being sowed,
I knew I should've died,
A long, long time ago,
My blood is black,
So is my heart,
Just leave me alone in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem