MODF: Hello, all! Just another poem. Satoshi's view, again. I see mto be obsessed with this lately. It's all that comes into my head. I'm hoping my Muse will inspire me to write some from Krad's view- He's being horridly neglected! '
Info: POV- Satoshi; Talking about his struggle for life, love, and happiness, all of which is being denied to him by Krad- The 'Impure Angel'.
Warnings: :shrugs: Implications of slash-type circumstances in some. If you want to nit-pick.
Disclaimer: I do not own any D.N.Angel characters here and within. I am not making a profit off of this, people! It is simply a girl with no life making an attempt at poetry!
Impure Angel
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Twisted madly every which way
Not ever knowing which cards to play
Everything goes on, much to my dismay
(Everything's turning and turning)
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I'm gripping and grasping onto solid ground
All of the while not making a sound
Until one last answer I finally found
(My soul, it will always be burning)
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For I am a boy with no home and no place
And all those who know me love only my face
All the while I'm spinning around in deep space
(Screaming, though he will not care)
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There is only one who could help me, oh yeas
The one with the smirk who is clad in white dress
For he is the one who has caused my distress
(The angel will always be there)
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But he'll never help, for that I am sure
He has no emotions beneath angelic composure
The name of this fake God to whom I refer-
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Krad. The Angel. Most. Impure.
MODF: Well, that's all for now! I hope you can find time in your schedule to review for me! It's very much appreciated:D