by Dark Drago Dragonite » Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:01 am
((I don't think I'm good enough to write an e-book ^u^))
A freak of nature...
One of the abnormal creatures
That is all my being is...
A monster with unknown features.
I am not likeable,
With eyes as deep as a wormhole,
Chemicals surrounding me,
Of loneliness I am full.
Why, I ask.
To who did me this.
I'm hidden behind this mask.
They call me Vokun.
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Father, creator,
Why am I here.
To silence I ask,
Shedding a tear.
From dead to living to dead again,
Born from the ashes,
Created with science,
Born surrounded by those strange men.
All I had is you,
My only shield
Against the hostility
Through I've been.
And I stand alone,
Gazing into the ashes,
To the previous horror dome,
To once those whose name were only dashes,
The explosion deafned me,
It blinded me.
At least now I can be
Without reminding of thee.
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I do not understand
Where I've mistaken, master.
Was it me?
Because I have a message to send:
I've almost died for you,
Trying to give master a reason to be proud.
Instead, you just shove me aside...
Never had a trace of regret about what you do.
You left me for the beasts,
Said I was too weak,
Well I had to rebuild myself,
And now I can state:
I lack of any leaks.
I have my revenge, it is true.
But what did I do?
I've forgotten everyone.
Even when you're dead, you cause discord.
Look at what you've done.
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I am always bring the bad information,
The one you don't want to hear.
Well if I let you down,
Then I will no longer be near.
If I am to die,
Let me have my last wish:
To kill the one who's behind it all,
The one who caused you pain,
My rage I shall unleash.
Even though you despise me all,
Let me redeem myself:
If I am the messenger,
Then the messenger shall fall.
Sister, Brother,
I am sorry for who I am,
Father, Mother,
I won't just do what I can.
And if I bring you down,
And I make you drown,
And I only give you a frown,
Let me inform you of this:
Cease and
Desist,
I carry the crown!
Made some rhymes for some of my characters. +10 cookies to who guesses for what character I made each poem.
[My ramble]
While there is matter there is hope.
Unless we're talking about Gamzee.
Then there is no hope for that guy.