>no title as of yet.<

This is written from the point of view of Audra, a character of mine. Never did figure out what the title should be. It started out a bunch of different short poems, and just sort of came together like this.

Would that the sun fell down today

And rained upon their Holy parade

To steal the sights from out the night

And send them up from the Hellbuilt light

 

><That's what I feel. Yes, feel. Because after

all, even Ice feels something, no matter

what They say. Is that descriptive enough?

Or do you still need  more proof?><

 

The sun that fell did burn and fray

Until it stole all my soul away

And left a shell without a core

That felt emotion nevermore

 

><Is that waht you want to hear? That

I'm just a shell? Because it's not

true. It's not real. I don't think it's

real.><

 

The moon shall rain upon my light

And take away my dark filled night

To bring it back with undead fright

That kills me before I learn to fight

 

><Could it be true that, despite my name

I am not a monster, I am not someone of

whom you should be scared? No, this is not me

who speaks. This can't be me. This must

be Katherine, or Kat. Because I would

never worry about that.><

 

A child born of lust filled blood

Of sins that burn and flood

A child raised, a blooming bud

Never though she'd be a dud

 

><My talents arae failing in these

thoughts. Myst be their influence.

They want me to stop. They say I have

to stop. That I shouldn't questionb myself. I

am me, and that is that.><

 

A killer born, a killer's death

Never thought it'd be your mess

A killer filled with loving Meth

Poisonous secrets, too much to confess

 

><Who am I, you ask, as I have yet to tell.

Who am I, as though you would have to

ask. Who am I. I am the name that holds

mask. I am the killer who feeds the

lust. I am the daughter who messed them

up. I am the grandaughter of Deaths.><

 

><Who am I? I am your nicotine, your

emotionless meth.><