Of all the things God could ever put in hell.
He did the work of an artist with me, and inside i've become hollow.
Like that of leaded pipe, that even it was in my heart.
Would never ever let me die.
The death god's found me a mockery to them.
I stand here and what sanity i have left.
four million years after my birth, i am all that is left.
the world is just an ashtray, my family... dead.
My soul, and it's life gone.
They in the past in what i could be considered my youth saw me as a monster, and with it i was cursed.
they called me the demon child, or the Kyuubi no Yoko.
It just wouldn't let me die!
My heart strung up and still i lived.
Black flames of hell, and yet i still came back after 7 days and 7 nights of agonizing hell.
I fell for a women in my youth.
We fought together, i fell in love.
My soul and heart at the time was soaring like a hawk in the sky.
Then when it came time, i made love to her as my wife.
i had a child, and he grew strong.
that's when it all change for me... the bijuu of my time had been placed into new hosts.
The time i've never gotten to know mine?
I didn't know if it was a male, or a female.
wondering if it ever took sick joy in my suffering.
Then when my child died, and i still looked young, then his children.
..... No hope.....
I tried to cope, for whom i made love too, and that the generations that would come from me is all gone.
I have since long migrated away into solitude.
I tried to die, and then it did work.
Not even the blasting force of a volcano could keep me down.
For even a single that survives... it'll just multiply until i am back.
Just a empty husk.
I beg for Death.
Ye who seek immortality let be known, if hell could have 10 circles...
Let it be known that even the devil dare tread.
Now my name is lost... i can't remember it.
Though i hear the Na, and at the To.
My last name?
Uzu, that's all i can remember of it.
even though my brain cells die, and memories of love life go away.
They come back... and i never remember who i am.
Now i just sit on a mountain awaiting my Bijuu.
For all nine that can be containers... there can all be one true sacrifice and a testament to live onto time.
I am Na-To Uzu, and though i cannot remember my name...
i do remember the one i loved, and yet... she now grows clouded in my head.
If only... the Shinigami had taken me, or if the Totsuka blade hit me... goodbye... or should i say hello to a new day.
As a husk to even natures dismay
- chris wheeler
part of the souls week in my poetry
Death is natural... and to deflower such a natural thing is a sin, and those who defy the whims of Nature shall know the true pain in which none can shelter and shudder. s gift that we all can be happy for
He did the work of an artist with me, and inside i've become hollow.
Like that of leaded pipe, that even it was in my heart.
Would never ever let me die.
The death god's found me a mockery to them.
I stand here and what sanity i have left.
four million years after my birth, i am all that is left.
the world is just an ashtray, my family... dead.
My soul, and it's life gone.
They in the past in what i could be considered my youth saw me as a monster, and with it i was cursed.
they called me the demon child, or the Kyuubi no Yoko.
It just wouldn't let me die!
My heart strung up and still i lived.
Black flames of hell, and yet i still came back after 7 days and 7 nights of agonizing hell.
I fell for a women in my youth.
We fought together, i fell in love.
My soul and heart at the time was soaring like a hawk in the sky.
Then when it came time, i made love to her as my wife.
i had a child, and he grew strong.
that's when it all change for me... the bijuu of my time had been placed into new hosts.
The time i've never gotten to know mine?
I didn't know if it was a male, or a female.
wondering if it ever took sick joy in my suffering.
Then when my child died, and i still looked young, then his children.
..... No hope.....
I tried to cope, for whom i made love too, and that the generations that would come from me is all gone.
I have since long migrated away into solitude.
I tried to die, and then it did work.
Not even the blasting force of a volcano could keep me down.
For even a single that survives... it'll just multiply until i am back.
Just a empty husk.
I beg for Death.
Ye who seek immortality let be known, if hell could have 10 circles...
Let it be known that even the devil dare tread.
Now my name is lost... i can't remember it.
Though i hear the Na, and at the To.
My last name?
Uzu, that's all i can remember of it.
even though my brain cells die, and memories of love life go away.
They come back... and i never remember who i am.
Now i just sit on a mountain awaiting my Bijuu.
For all nine that can be containers... there can all be one true sacrifice and a testament to live onto time.
I am Na-To Uzu, and though i cannot remember my name...
i do remember the one i loved, and yet... she now grows clouded in my head.
If only... the Shinigami had taken me, or if the Totsuka blade hit me... goodbye... or should i say hello to a new day.
As a husk to even natures dismay
- chris wheeler
part of the souls week in my poetry
Death is natural... and to deflower such a natural thing is a sin, and those who defy the whims of Nature shall know the true pain in which none can shelter and shudder. s gift that we all can be happy for
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