by Ladysniper
An evil eye, on my head was grace
flames of darkness, the power I've got
my feet towards you, a glance on my face
would you speak to me? Maybe not.
For the child I was, to the wilds they cast
Haunting memory of a demon's past
A picture I've known, the object of wrath
The seeds of anger created my path
Bounded by rage, founded by ire
Firmly protected with a wall of fire
An armor of cold, my heart was frozen
A sheath of incivility, a soul was rotten
People passed, their gestures talk
Some reached out while others walk
But I don't care nor I want them to see
A flood of loneliness gripping me
I don't need to hear proverbial phrases
Nor censures and lectures and mystic graces
For kindness is weakness and weakness is defeat
The fear of losing I could not meet.
The man I am, alone and powerful
Friends and companion I don't need
A goal to be ever hard and spiteful
The call of compassion I would never heed
But amidst the air of cold and hate
Ourpuring anguish in my heart's a burden
a prayer for the guardians of love and fate
made by the child within, a child kept hidden
For the wall I built, the wall so hard
Against the enemies, my senses were fierce
The wall I built, the wall so hard
Against myself I crumbled to tears.
But the suffering ain't be here for long
for destiny commands an answer
the walls have fallen and they came to me
Friendship and justice and a reikai journey.
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