No ReasonsTearsSlide downMy face andNeck until they stainMy pillow, soft under myHead. More fall. White tears mixedWith red blood. I can'tStop. Addiction has won.I've no reasons.No reasons.None.
QuestionsA little boy walked up to me and asked me only this"Why do you wear all those bracelets, that cover up your wrists?"I answered,"I wear these bracelets round my wrists to hide my growing shameAddicted to a feeling of bloodlust, fear and pain."A little boy walked up to me and asked me only this"Why do you not hold hands with a sir but hold hands with a miss?"I answered,"I hold her hand, because I love her, unlike any manThis is why, young child, I hold her gentle hand."A little boy walked up to me and asked me only this"Why is a gun pointed at my head."Because you stupid child, I want you dead.
DancingStorms blazingThunder singsA single question"Have you ever danced in the rain?"I shake my headA tired sigh"Never in my life."
Sweet Dreams, Little CyclopsKhaota sat under the tree. A large pile of bandages stained red beside her. Her dagger and bow tied to the tree she was leaning on."Gog Kereio! Can't you move your blueblood ass any faster?!"She called to her matesprit who walked towards her carrying a heep of fresh bandages."Only if you stop bleeding all over my hive."He playfully shouted back."Shut up, asshole."She mumbled, kissing him quickly."Ugh, Khaota! How many times to I need to tell you not to do that when your face is bleeding!"He mopped up his bloody face with an old bandage, and proceeded to wrap up his matesprit's leg. Kereio never understood why she was always bleeding so much. She didn't have the best lusts, but she had the wounds of a seasoned warrior. They were always opening too, as the two repeated this routine every night before bed."I thought you liked blood." She whispered through clenched teeth as Kereio wrapped a particularly nasty scratch on her stomach. "Dammit! Can't you do that any more gentle?!" Ke