for darkness for light my cause mattered not
impurity insanity i lived to serve His will
life death living breath
pleasure pain and naught to gain
only torture never joy
dancing like a puppet-toy
blood and sand
ash to ash
a life cut short a lonely path
i lived to serve my Master's will
orders followed
blood spilled
painful death agonized life
embraced by a past i never knew
acceptance that i never felt
a desert world of sand and death
unwilling pawn in the game of life or was it just a bitter dream
acidic memories tearing at my mind
angel of darkness spread your wings
encompass me as Knives once did
i your servant, faithfully
loyal beyond death
Yeah, no formatting, no caps. Bet that drove you nuts, didn't it. It's meant that way. Poetry doesn't always make sense, so sorry if I didn't get Legato-sama's feelings across perfectly. Suggestions are welcomed and encouraged! And tell me what you think; if you've the time to waste on my *SAD* attempts at poetry, certainly you can indulge me in a review? O_o Pleeeeeease?