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Stained Blood Red

The blood that stains my hands
is a different kind than yours
Ever dripping, ever staining,
the flow will never end
Your blade is raised to save the innocents
those my blade would find and end
if it wasn't for you

I wasn't told to find you, to fight you
wasn't ordered to kill, not this time
Perhaps that is the only reason I stay my sword
I want to tell myself it's the human in me
but I doubt that, unable to believe the sweet lie
There is no more humanity in me
I exchanged it for power, then burned it away

Maybe it was emotion that prompted me here
residual feelings that keep my eyes narrowed
as I see his blood on your blade, on your hands
Yet you didn't wish for it to be this way
you only stood in front of him, protecting your nakama
rescuing the ones you hold dear
And though no one came for me
I can't hold that against you
For the only one I would want to miss me
is already in my arms

bleeding from the cuts you gave

from the battle he prepared for,

he wanted this fight

 

At least he is still alive

I tell myself that is why I stop 

that I leave you breathing

only as long as he continues to live

but I know this is a lie as well

I can no longer raise my blade against you

against the look I wish still showed in my eyes

I know I'd just be attacking myself 

Author notes

Yet another Bleach fanficish poem. Once again, dealing with Grimmjow and my OC Kuro, in a part I've yet to write into the actual fanfic, where she was fighting Ichigo in Hueco Mundo shortly after Ichigo pwnzed Grimmjow. I basically wrote this because I liked the images of the first stanza, and because I haven't written any poetry lately and this was already in my mind.

"Nakama" in japanese means dear friends, basically friends close enough to be family.

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  • squirrelgirl
    January 24

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    I'm back on track for my quest to read and comment on your poetry! Bwa ha ha! I shall conquer the 4 whole pages of poetry of yours that I haven't read yet!
    Anyway...
    You and your Bleach, silly person.
    This is a great poem, you are really good at describing things, I got a pretty clear picture of what you were talking about, and then it got even clearer when I read that it was about Bleach. Great jorb.
    ~squirrel


  • Reset Button
    July 1, 2008

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    Well, I may not understand what it is you TECHNICALLY are writing about but as I am a fan of war movies and anime I get it for the most part and I liked it. It didn't create a fuzzy warm feeling or make me want to throw up but it was still touching and deep. So props to you. I haven't read your work in a while and everytime I logged in there your poem was glaring at me.

    I enjoyed this and I enjoyed imnagining it. Thanks for sharing...I am more than sure I spelled something wrong. lol Oh well.

    Toodles,

    Yink