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Alone
He stands in his own personal universe with
A heart submerged in ice.
No feelings (or so it seems)
No emotion - or does he hide it?
This teenager
With a frigid glare
And a sly smile.
He cares for nothing and no one, save his "missions". Still,
There is one question:
How can an emotionless person
Save another from death?
If he has no heart, surely he can not feel.
He still stands in his own personal universe
As the ice begins to melt.
Invisible?
I wear a mask
Yet no one can see it
But me.
Just what am I trying to prove?
Do I want peace
Or war?
Am I human
Or just a beast?
With my Created flesh, I have
Slaughtered one mobile suit after another,
Yet I feel almost pleasure
As I hear the death scream of the other pilot.
To the world, I am remorseful.
To myself, I am a liar.
The world now sees my mask,
But it is only a facade.
Ode To A Stranger
A life I have
A memory I have not.
Nameless?
Perhaps I have one -
If you call taking the identity of
Another as having such.
For years, I have taken a breath
That was not mine,
Lived a life
That was never mine.
Will I ever know
Who I am?
Of course I will -
After The Summoner takes me.
Split
I am myself
But I am two people
In the same body,
But not the same mind.
One merciless death after
Another forces me
To join my comrades
In an endless facade.
And all around me
I see blood,
Darkness,
And twisted minds.
That doesn't leave me
Innocent, for I too have
Joined in the bloody sacrifices.
I am still myself
Still two people in the
Same cursed flesh.
Though my
Past reveals I am - unfortunatly -
Still sane.
Darkness
The night is drowning in silence- yet he is watching
Every move, every breath.
He waits in shadows for his victim -
Eyes of shimmering violet make him
Innocent,
Perhaps human.
But to those who stand before the mighty God of Death,
He is one who brings destruction and bloodshed.
Yet who would suspect this
From a teenage boy?
No one -
And the proof is held upon the lifeless corpses
Of those who did not believe in a God.
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