A/N: Yes, another rainy night… and another poem. Ok, you all should figure THIS out right away, but I'm still not just going to tell you who it's about or anything, I think it's more intriguing this way… Ok, ja ne! Read, and please review!Mask
Two half-truths don't make a whole
Though two lives share one soul
The end is a line which bars all crossing.
The pieces will never prove enough
When the edges are jagged and rough
The ends failing to suit each other at all.
Split in two, yet forced to be one
It is true, that 'Deveraun Seraun'*
The end of pleasure, is indeed pain.
Not just the end, for the beginning too
And constantly given through
No peace will come to a wayward spirit.
So even when love makes it's appearing
The heart cannot lose it's suffering
When that great truth of care is all a lie.
Old and new skins will never fit
The pain; they'll never cover it
Before the soul's devoured by the weight.
Nothing can outlive the past
Just when you think you're rid of it at last
The ball comes crashing down to crush your world.
So, I hide, but it does no good
I never really believed it could, though
Desperation breeds attempts unworthy.
The escape evoked a different reaction
Solace having its own attraction
A life was made in the wreckage of dreams.
Life. But will I ever be free?
Are these feelings just a fantasy?
Has living spent its worth on broken lies…
Lies and promises soar abound
Though the truth lingers, hidden around
The masquerade begins to take its toll.
I've built so many walls to save my face
Done so many things I can't erase
A mask with no strings, will never stay.
So I let it fall, no turning back
I'll let the beasts of past attack, and
Pull me down to the abyss far below.
At last the façade comes unattached, though
All along it was unfairly matched
To the forces raging deep within this void.
Out I emerge, uncovered, undone
Darkness of this spirit having won
Though victory not always tastes as sweet.
A mask with no strings, will never stay
Mismatched halves will eat away
At the very seams of the mending soul.
It is finished, forever.
This soul will not linger when body and mind are gone
Now I, am back to one.
No conflict remains,
Only a faded memory, of a distant scar.
The mask has fallen.
A/N: Ok, so it wasn't as good as my other one, and MUCH longer, but hey, it was REALLY raining, and I spent almost an hour on this, so come on then, review and tell me if I stink NOW!! If I don't, and you liked this too, then maybe I'll be writing one for Yuusuke. Oh, yeah, if you didn't figure it out already, this was Kurama… duh, right? ^__~ Thanks to B.D-sama as she helped spur me on!
*'Deveraun Seraun', to all you literature buffs, was a line in James Joyce's "Eveline"… and it means what Kurama explained, 'the end of pleasure, is pain.' Thank you for reviewing * gives readers a stern glance * as I KNOW you will…. Ja ne!