Not a poem, not a fic... ^_^ but 100% strange *cheers*
 

/What do you see/

Blood, red, dark, thick,
dripping over my hands
I see myself crying there
in the mirror.
I try to lift my stained hands
I can't
Invisible strings control me
I am a rigid puppet waiting for my master
I watch those same hands
still overflowing with blood
trigger a gun that isn't there
Over and over and over again
Crimson blood splatters all over me
mingling its warmth with the tears
still falling down my face
I watch, face blank, as the hands raise again
This time turning the barrel of the gun towards me
Finally, I am allowed to smile
I press the trigger

/What do you see/

Blackness
A suffocating, stifling darkness
A figure materializes, faceless and cloaked
It carries a gleaming, grinning white skull
I grin back
The dark figure gestures coyly for me to come over
I do
It carefully hands me the grinning skull
raises its hands
pulls back the hood
Peering up into the face
I see the faces of the people that have died
My loved ones
I see the faces of the people that I have killed
My ghosts
They are beckoning me to come closer
I do
The figure embraces me
the stink of rotting flesh and burnt carcasses wash over me
I don't mind
I am home

/What do you see/

A blank smooth face
features wiped out
my body limply waits for the next show to begin
a cue is given
I step out
mask smoothly in place
A hundred different masks whirl about me
none of them mine
who am I
I whisper
they reply tauntingly
no one

/What do you see/

A smooth pale face
too feminine
too soft for a man
I see my mother
She looks at me so sadly
disappointed
can she see the deaths I have brought
does she know about the violence I have become entangled in
by choice
for the colonies
for peace
for my family
does she understand or care
I raise my slim hand to the mirror
wanting to touch, to reach out
the surface is cold
she turns away
Forgive me

/What do you see/

A warrior standing straight and proud
disdainful, cold, distant
which is what others see
I see
a coward hiding
who couldn't protect his loved ones
who fights for a ghost
craving forgiveness and acceptance
from one long past needing human comforts
but the ghost I cling to
is all I have left to fight for
to believe in
so the boy hides behind the warrior
pitiful

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