A/N: Okay, so this is a Sensui songfic (I might have another one, they just popped into my head). Keep in mind that this one will be a little…interesting…delusional? Something like that. Because remember, Sensui went crazy and right now I can't really remember the episodes with him in it, so it might be a little OOC. But let me know how it turns out and if the song fits. Believe it or not I'm using a song from a Christian singer that played at our church twice. (I even spoke to him!) Anyway, I'll let you read now.

Barrel

By,

Scott Phillips

Sensui

There is a box that I have made

And I spend most of my time just trying to decorate it

Nothing is as I thought it to be. Black and white is now blurred in my mind, covered by the red sight of blood. The youkai blood those humans were bathing in. Humans were supposed to be the pure ones; we were supposed to be the good guys. Isn't that how you told it to me Koenma?

I have opened up the top and crawled inside

And it is there that I have chosen to while away my life

I can no longer control myself. I can no longer comprehend this world that I live in; and I have surrendered myself to my mind. Nothing there will hurt me, as long as I stay hidden away inside of myself.

It is sheltered in here

Just draw the shades and I can forget my fears

Here is where I'll stay, and I'll let the others control my body. There are six of them, and they all care for me. They will protect me in a way Koenma never did. They will shield my mind's eye from the horrors I saw at the hands of the Black Book Club. I will never again work for Koenma, to do his bidding as his tool of death. Now I will become my own tool. The others will help me, and we will let the races decide who deserves to live. I will never again have to listen to Koenma's lies.

I can just pretend I'm gone when you call

Even though I lay shivering just inside these walls

We will open a hole to Makai, and we will let the demons overrun Ningekai, they will bring a new world order. I am sure they will be better for the earth than the humans that have secretly become the demons I was supposed to destroy. Now demon will fight demon, and the victor will rule the world.

I am swimming in a barrel

And it's sitting on the beach

I am jumping for the apple

With a ladder in my reach

Oh, I would love to see the view

But I can't see through my hand

I am swimming in a barrel while the waves crash in the sand

I would prefer the real demons to these demons in disguise that I live among, and I will do anything to see my dream accomplished while the others safely surround me in my mind.

The sun will rise again, shedding light on a new day

And I will spend it chasing memories

I can't let them get away

I will uncover again all the memories the Black Book Club gave me, and I will play them over and over one day; while I watch the demons destroy the human race.

It is a sentimental slate

And all the marks that I have made are not so easily erased

I know I have done wrong things while under Koenma's teachings, and I have created the other six to help me repent and protect me. I have created a place meant for only me, where only my ideals exist.

And it is sheltered in here

Just draw the shades and I can forget my fears

I have heard that Koenma has sent his new Spirit Detective after me; another one he has poisoned the mind of with lies. Lies about humans and demons. About ideals and morals that don't exist in this world.

I can just pretend I'm gone when you call

Even though I lay shivering just inside these walls

But although everything is going according to plan, I can't help feeling…lost, sometimes.

I am swimming in a barrel

And it's sitting on the beach

I am jumping for the apple

With the ladder in my reach

Oh, I would love to see the view

But I can't see through my hand

Somewhere I vaguely realize that as much as I have created a sanctuary where I can do what I want, I have also imprisoned myself. And I will never be able to escape from myself.

I am swimming in a barrel while the waves crash in the sand

A/N: I also believe this song shows how Sensui, the real Sensui, was buried somewhere inside himself while unable to get out; and how he was confused about whether or not he wanted to get out after what he saw and how his morals were torn down before his eyes. I hope you can see where I'm coming from, and where I hope I went with this. Sensui is a hard character, since he is insane and all.

Hasta Luego,

Katana Blade