A/N: yay! I finally got inspiration for a poem! Well I think it sucks! Tell me what you think! HOORAH! Well, Trigun isn't mine! I don't own it! Don't kill me, ne! Well REVIEW! GO WOLFY BOY!

Hollow Heart

This world ... it was not meant for me.
I try to see the good in others,
But too many people have deceived me.
They have tried to break me
But NO! I wont break too easy.

God, I've turned to you I guess.
But your rays of light don't seem to make it down here.

Sand covers this world,
And dust blurs my eyes,
I can't seem to see whats wrong.
But What I do see is all the hurting eyes,
Those hurting eyes of the lost children.

... Damnit! I need a smoke!
... Well, really! Thats all I can do!

I help people in need ... If thats what you call killing.
... yes I am the priest ...

OH! but hear me now!
I met an angel that saved me.
He had aqua eyes,
And a fake smile.

But OH how he trusted my blackend soul,
And yes I trusted him too.

My cross filled with mercy and guilt.
Stress of breathing on this world once again.
Truth is I made my mistakes,
And now I regret then from the bottom of this hollow heart.
I've tried to turn myself around,
But I died a guilty man.
I've shed blood that I can't take back.
I swear I didn't understand!
But that angel showed some truth to this hollow heart.
Please God, understand I didn't mean for it to end like this.

My dark storm gray eyes to show my confusion,
My dark hair to show my blackend soul,
My tan skin to show my sins.

This hollow heart can't takle it anymore ...
OH my hollow heart!
... Nicholas D. Wolfwood ...