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Sunday, October 9, 2005


I did as you said...

I looked at your bloody form,
But inside I didn't care.
I actually was happy,
That you were out of my hair.
But your form took a painful breath,
And I couldn't help but heal you.
I was wondering if I should kill you,
Or if I could just steal you.
You opend your crimson eyes and glared into my own,
As you harshly whisperd, "Get out of here, you need to go on home!"
I gave you an evil look but I turned and left as you said.
And the last time I saw you,
Was at your funeral because you're dead.
Damned

The painful memories taunt me with their cruel whispersd words,
And It's all because of you.
You had way to much pride,
For one that was your size.
Your black spiked up hair was always swayin',
like tree leafs in the breeze.
Your gaze was always haunting,
It never seemed to leave.
You were proud of your Jagen,
You were proud of your speed.
But damn you stinkin' Hiei,
You were never proud of me.
All you thought of was yourself.
So all I can say now demon,
Is I hope you rot in hell.






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