A/N: Second poem in the Rurouni Kenshin series. It's even worse than the S/T a few months ago, because this is the Battousai killing poor you-know-who. I personally wished the show explored more of his dark, dank side and not made him so overly silly. But that's just me, and this is just another poem. Do tell what you think of it, though. I have a feeling this poem won't be my last.

Daze Gray Days

They say the world demands a balance in its core

not an issue of song, rhyme and dances galore

But to tolerate

And satiate

The hate that swells outside of me

I ponder if the center was my proper bed,

Since nothing else fits in your stead.

And as I lift my head and look at you

The blue, the black, the purple,

the hues all assembled in a whirl,

I wonder about the center of that substance

you call peace, neither mist nor mass

but something that adheres to your class

of words, and it's a dialect that

baffles my every bone to the core

so I know I need none of it anymore

My life thrived long in a daze

Nothing about me was colored gray

The calm's missing on those days

When I'm infected with the craze

That I call the Daze Gray Days.

They know the sculpture of the man I was and am

The lives I spilled with the will of my hand

So they built

and wilt

the so-called filth with a label of shame serving as a barricade

for mercy to sprout alive in my forgivable head,

because flowers, not blood, "should" accompany the bed.

But my fists thought better of the trouble

The rubble, the drudge, the mess,

The solids equaling emptiness

And I see the colors who aided the gray

They're fading, either dying or done

With the world, itself an enigma to be won

by no man, and my ambling eyes have

found the proof to settle down the truth,

Because alive comes an edge who I thought would stay smooth.

My life thrived long in a daze

Nothing about me was colored gray

The calm's missing on those days

Since I'm infected with the craze

That I call the Daze Gray Days.

They tell of a violence that's nothing

Whilst I define the noun as something beyond something

For I revere

And severe

The leer that chances me to kill

It's territory these cowards refuse to tread

Save for the one woman alive to scorn the bed.

And her rage and tears multiplied my hope

The grope, the pierce, the jab,

The moves to tear her lifeless like slab

And I kiss the sanguine soaks over her face

Not out of love, somewhat over admiration and triumph

Over her, a soul who should've obeyed my rules

When she was ripe with teaching, so yet again

I go alone without the illusion to atone

And I suppress the cruel peace in a jubilating moan.

My life thrived long in a daze

Nothing about me was colored gray

The calm's missing on those days

Hence I'm infected with the craze

That I call the Daze Gray Days.

When the world's in a daze

There's nothing that makes you gray

And the calm's rebelling those days

When you're infected by the craze

That I call the Daze Gray Days.

And as I escape the Daze Gray Days, I reenter the maze of haze.

Here's the part where the hero fades.

A/N: What more could TLEL say? This was nutso writing. If the poem confused you, here's a mini-translation; the Battoussai in Kenshin awoke again and he took revenge on those who tried to dampen him. He killed some other friends before Kaoru (missed that part? It was in the second stanza) and then fought her as her fury came about. So there.

As before, adios from Tajeri Lynn, and make your impact known!