(Hey guys! My first shot at a poem. This poem is based on a character from the Bleach anime. Judging by the title, you may even know who it is.
I felt this music worked well with the angry and Depressing nature of the Poem -
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I was born a tool. A machine of death and destruction.
I was born for only two reasons.
To slay your oponents, and to be your friend.
I was born with your. I shall live my life with you. And I shall die with you.
You and I as one, master.
But what do you care of me?
To you I am just a tool to kill.
In your mind I am no more a living thing then a stone.
But I live, I breath, I even battle for you!
And yet you do not even wish to know my name.
As much as I have said it,
as much as I tell you,
no matter how hard I scream it,
you have never heard my name.
You choose to ignore it.
I have slaughtered thousands of warriors,
Leveled armies,
and claimed victory for you in every fight,
and yet you wish to know nothing of your most loyal soldier.
What am I to you?
Am I nothing more then a piece of steel?
If I were to rust away into nothing, would you shed a tear?
If one day I was gone, would you remember me?
Such freedom is unknown to me, as I am bound to you through it all.
After countless years of trying to reach out,
I have given up my pointless task.
You do not wish to know my name.
I know everything about you,
yet you know nothing of me.
Battle after battle, cut after cut,
Just as my hope fades away, so has my edge.
Your lack of care for me as worn down my edge,
It is chipped and cracked an broken.
I did everything to protect you, yet you do nothing for me.
I look upon the others, they all are taken care of by their masters.
They are bathed in oil and constantly repaired.
What of you, Captain?
Your other soldiers are always taken care of.
You even know their names. But they could never be as loyal as I.
You know the pain of going without a name.
You gave yourself a name, and even that girl a name.
She is the only one whose loyalty matches mine.
Like me, she worships you like a god.
But unlike her, I get no reward for my loyalty.
Unlike you, who had no name and picked one for yourself,
I have a name. But nobody knows it but me.
You alone can learn it, but you chose not to.
I am simply known as your sword.
I recieve no oil, but I am bathed in blood.
I recieve no repairs, for I am left to rust
I forevor go on in my life with nobody knowing my name.
My heart is closed, just as you care not to know my name,
I care not to share it with you.
That battle. The boy, the intruder. I look upon him. I see his partner.
He is no slave. He looks upon the boy as a son and a student.
He too, loves his master.
I envy that.
In that battle, I have never seen you so happy.
You mock the boy for thinking of his Zanpakto as a friend.
All the while you swing me so carelessly.
Every time you cross blades, I feel the pain.
It hurts.
That boy you mocked, he struck you down.
My body is cracked and you lie in your blood.
My blade falls apart and all that is left of me is a stump and a handle.
I was shocked to see you lift me in the air.
You looked upon me, almost as if you were sorry for my damage.
Then you did it.
You asked me to tell you my name.
However master, I no longer have the desire to share it.
You ignored me since my birth. For what reason Have I to tell you?
I am just as you wanted, a quiet tool of death.
You have what you wanted.
The damage is done.
It will take more then simply asking for my name,
to earn my trust again.
But you can always trust me.
For I am your most loyal soldier.
A soldier whose name is unknown to all but me.
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I was born a tool. A machine of death and destruction.
I was born for only two reasons.
To slay your oponents, and to be your friend.
I was born with your. I shall live my life with you. And I shall die with you.
You and I as one, master.
But what do you care of me?
To you I am just a tool to kill.
In your mind I am no more a living thing then a stone.
But I live, I breath, I even battle for you!
And yet you do not even wish to know my name.
As much as I have said it,
as much as I tell you,
no matter how hard I scream it,
you have never heard my name.
You choose to ignore it.
I have slaughtered thousands of warriors,
Leveled armies,
and claimed victory for you in every fight,
and yet you wish to know nothing of your most loyal soldier.
What am I to you?
Am I nothing more then a piece of steel?
If I were to rust away into nothing, would you shed a tear?
If one day I was gone, would you remember me?
Such freedom is unknown to me, as I am bound to you through it all.
After countless years of trying to reach out,
I have given up my pointless task.
You do not wish to know my name.
I know everything about you,
yet you know nothing of me.
Battle after battle, cut after cut,
Just as my hope fades away, so has my edge.
Your lack of care for me as worn down my edge,
It is chipped and cracked an broken.
I did everything to protect you, yet you do nothing for me.
I look upon the others, they all are taken care of by their masters.
They are bathed in oil and constantly repaired.
What of you, Captain?
Your other soldiers are always taken care of.
You even know their names. But they could never be as loyal as I.
You know the pain of going without a name.
You gave yourself a name, and even that girl a name.
She is the only one whose loyalty matches mine.
Like me, she worships you like a god.
But unlike her, I get no reward for my loyalty.
Unlike you, who had no name and picked one for yourself,
I have a name. But nobody knows it but me.
You alone can learn it, but you chose not to.
I am simply known as your sword.
I recieve no oil, but I am bathed in blood.
I recieve no repairs, for I am left to rust
I forevor go on in my life with nobody knowing my name.
My heart is closed, just as you care not to know my name,
I care not to share it with you.
That battle. The boy, the intruder. I look upon him. I see his partner.
He is no slave. He looks upon the boy as a son and a student.
He too, loves his master.
I envy that.
In that battle, I have never seen you so happy.
You mock the boy for thinking of his Zanpakto as a friend.
All the while you swing me so carelessly.
Every time you cross blades, I feel the pain.
It hurts.
That boy you mocked, he struck you down.
My body is cracked and you lie in your blood.
My blade falls apart and all that is left of me is a stump and a handle.
I was shocked to see you lift me in the air.
You looked upon me, almost as if you were sorry for my damage.
Then you did it.
You asked me to tell you my name.
However master, I no longer have the desire to share it.
You ignored me since my birth. For what reason Have I to tell you?
I am just as you wanted, a quiet tool of death.
You have what you wanted.
The damage is done.
It will take more then simply asking for my name,
to earn my trust again.
But you can always trust me.
For I am your most loyal soldier.
A soldier whose name is unknown to all but me.
