Song Choice: Shattered, by Trading Yesterday.

Carnivores Don't Cry.

Life is cold

With seams of pretence

And as we grow old

We lose our sense

We hang our heads

And complicate

But still hide in beds

And try to compensate

We still love our friends

But no longer show

But for when we defend

Against callous foes

Soon we forget about

Our hearts of lead

Until we hear the shouts

But it's too late; they're dead

And flowers are naught but lies

And tears suggest too much

Carnivores don't cry

Against such cold a touch

The screeching of the birds

In a sky no longer blue

As he says his last words

"I'm so sorry. I love you."

We grace each other rosebuds

And lace together falsehoods

So thus with such sweet herbivores

Paint winsome tales of blood and gore

Dulled, we hate each truth

Nulled, we hold to lies

Empty pain long since to sooth

His smile to meet with closing eyes

Nonchalant in numbness trained

A funeral for a man of grins

Holding dimly tonfas stained

As others speak of shot-gun sins

They dig the hole, and make it deep

We race forward through the sheep

"Oi, stop it! He's just asleep."

And those surrounding fall and weep.

(Hibari Kyoya didn't believe in death, until in palm to chest he found no breath.)