Vanitas

I don't think you understand

A thing about what it is to be me.

So, today's your lucky day.

I'm going to shed some light on the subject –

Which is ironic, because the subject is me,

And I'm darkness.

Pure darkness – which is an oxymoron in itself –

But that's what I am:

Hate.

Rage.

Pain.

…Mostly pain.

Existing as half a heart hurts.

Making Unversed hurts.

Killing the Unversed I make hurts.

Not killing those Unversed and letting those abominations live hurts.

Seeing Ventus laughing with his wimpy friends hurts.

Being me is painful.

And frankly, I'm sick of it.

I may be the better half, but I'm still just half.

When I forge the X-Blade with Ventus

I'll be whole.

Being half, being all darkness…

It sucks. Big time.

Too much pain.

And frankly, I'm sick of it.

A/N: Vanitas's narrating style is really weird for me. He won't give me nice flowing stuff like a lot of my other characters do. :C I guess that makes sense. Vanitas isn't the most cooperative character.

Here's a bonus, just because I felt like it.

"Another Poem," by Vanitas

I don't like this stupid suit.

It's suffocating itchy and way too tight,

And why in the worlds does it have a man skirt?

Xehanort said I was born in it.

Xehanort's a moron. I hate him.

But he's stronger than me, for now.

So I do what he says – but not for long.

Once I have the X-Blade, I'll get him back.

For everything.

For splitting my heart in the first place.

Yeah, I hate Ventus. I'm his better half.

But do you know how much it hurts to get ripped in two?

Of course you don't. You lucky.

So when I overpower Ventus and forge the X-Blade,

I'll stab Xehanort through his puny little heart.

That'll show him not to mess with me.

Then I'll get a new suit.

Something cool, and not itchy an suffocating and tight,

Like it feels inside my chest all the time.

And it definitely won't have a man skirt.

A/N: Um… well… Yeah, I don't know. I've been writing too many crackfics with Vanitas. Anyway… challenge complete, I guess? I've gotta do a decent poem for Vanitas eventually, one that actually sounds like a poem and not a bunch of choppy sentences.