Hatred of Those Who Don't Have A Clue
Without a trace......
Into the sky....
Into
the storm.....
He had no purpose
No reason to continue
In this place
He disappeared
Tired of beating himself up
For things that would never change
Things that were out of his hands

W
hen it had begun
He
had brought this on himself
Bu
t this was no self-inflicted hurt Anymore
So he disappeared into the night
Into the storm
Away from what
Had screwed him up to begin with

Because what was the purpose
Of self-torture?
It did not bring what he wanted
It did not bring back the lost

He knew he was crazy since birth
So corruptable
So impressionable
When they are only babies
Defenseless, helpless...
Right, Momma?

So instead
Of hurting himself
To relieve himself
Of the guilt
He did what any other human
Would do-
He
fought...To avenge himself
This poem is copyright of The Goddess.
If you take this poem, Vincent will go into his final limit break and KICK YOUR ARSE!
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