My heart is pounding,
And my head is spinning;
But is stand here crying,
As the pain is not dying;
My body is throbbing,
And my wrists are burning;
The knife is calling,
And my hand is falling;
My tears are dropping;
As the knife is pressing,
To my wrist it is biting;
And now it is too late and the blood is falling,
Hold in tight, for if thou can not,
Pain with its sight, controls hate and controlling them, thou shall not.
Pain may be a little foe, but it lingers there,
Then once it grows, it will be too large to bare.
Once it is too large to bare, it grows to a painful hate,
And it will destroy all who are there, and that will be thy fate.
The blood smears down the wall, as the last death falls to the floor. The knives, once harmless, now stained as red and they can be. Blood thrown here and there covering the walls, as a black and white painting cowers from its new color. Red, the pure color of pain, now tells its story across the walls. The stories of those who once lived, and those who once died, and those who were never seen again.
the sorrow of an assassin by Shinamegame99907, literature
Literature
the sorrow of an assassin
I look around, but all I see is the darkness that I have created, and the blood of the innocent people I have slain covering my newly stained clothes. The night is cold, dark and lonely as I walk down the road I came from. My dark secrets inside me are trying to claw its way out of my heartless body. The dark secrets that keep me from a life and yet guide me through it, as I walk a lonely path of bloodshed and agony, as one single wish remains in my mind. The one wish to cry for at least one dead body, to show remorse for that person, was and is my only wish for now. As I turn into a heartless soul. I will kill just for the fun of watching cr
My heart is pounding,
And my head is spinning;
But is stand here crying,
As the pain is not dying;
My body is throbbing,
And my wrists are burning;
The knife is calling,
And my hand is falling;
My tears are dropping;
As the knife is pressing,
To my wrist it is biting;
And now it is too late and the blood is falling,
Hold in tight, for if thou can not,
Pain with its sight, controls hate and controlling them, thou shall not.
Pain may be a little foe, but it lingers there,
Then once it grows, it will be too large to bare.
Once it is too large to bare, it grows to a painful hate,
And it will destroy all who are there, and that will be thy fate.
The blood smears down the wall, as the last death falls to the floor. The knives, once harmless, now stained as red and they can be. Blood thrown here and there covering the walls, as a black and white painting cowers from its new color. Red, the pure color of pain, now tells its story across the walls. The stories of those who once lived, and those who once died, and those who were never seen again.
Which Death Note character are you?
Light
[] You have a big aim in life
[x] You hate to lose
[] You feel that your eyes change colors with your behavior
[x] You are obsessed.
[] Your intelligence is superior in comparison with another person's.
[] You don't mind hurting others as long it helps you to get to your aims.
[] You have talent to seduce the opposite gender. [and the same]
Total: 2
L
[x] You love candy.
[x] You don't care about how you look.
[] You walk/sit curved.
[] You are a genius.
[x] You have dark circles around your eyes.
[ ] You are very thin no matter what you eat.
[x ] You don't have many friends and you ar