Kilik's...Well, not that hot stuff.

I’ve had enough of this pain,
it’s only a sign,
to mark the end of my days,
the end of my mind.
Now I’m stuck with these words,
that I’ll never tell.
I hope you weren’t hurt,
I hope you do well.

In my mind, we’re leaving,
in my heart, we’re bleeding.
I can’t stand the separation now.
Never thought that this is how it would turn out.
I never thought, that I would see,
or hear and feel you be the end of me.
The end of me.

My hand is stuck on this record,
even though it’s not spinning anymore.
You always was told me I was absurd. (Told me I was absurd.)
But now, that we’re done playing,
I can take the things you were saying,
and take what I deserve.

In my mind, we’re leaving,
in my heart, we’re bleeding.
I can’t stand the separation now.
Never thought that this is how it would turn out.
I never thought, that I would see,
or hear and feel you be the end of me.
The end of me.

I’m not mad, I’m not crazy,
In fact I think, I’m thinking clearly,
for the first time. (For the first time.)
I realize, that you leaving,
is the key, to my own feeling,
feeling alive, for the first time. (For the first time.)

In my mind, we’re leaving,
in my heart, we’re bleeding.
I can’t stand the separation now.
Never thought that this is how it would turn out.
I never thought, that I would see,
or hear and feel you be the end of me.
The end of me.

I never thought it would end, (How it would end.)
Never knew, that I’d be able to stand.
And now this is how it’s turned out!

In my mind, we’re leaving…
In my heart, we’re bleeding…

In my mind, we’re leaving,
in my heart, we’re bleeding.
I can’t stand the separation now.
Never thought that this is how it would turn out.
I never thought, that I would see,
or hear and feel you be the end of me.
The end of me.

Bleakness shadowing my inspiration.
Beauty born from desperation.
Where are you?
Where are you?

My life's shadow is ever closer,
And I can't seem to get any closure.
Where are you?
Where are you?

[Chorus]
(My mind is dead,
I wanna live right,
But the sickness is in this head.

My eyes are sore,
Sacred lights have fled,
Give me more,
to put in my head.
I'm drowning,
And trying to make ends meet.
I'm trying to stay alive,
but I'm dead on my feet.)

You've broken all my concentration,
Taking me back to the reiteration.
Where are you?
Where are you?

And I can't seem to find,
The hope I need tonight.
And I can't seem to find,
Your dark smile in this light.

[Chorus]

(Bass/Drum Solo)

(Guitar solo)

[Chorus]

Oh Mugetsu or Hashbrownz,
I could say all of the above.
Sometimes you're weird,
what with the way you shower Em's with love. >_>

This was supposed to be a Christmas-y verse,
but I don't even care.
What I put in here prepares my hearse,
so I figure hell, why not dare?

You have Leto,
the badass Woman of Pride!
Though unlike Lilah she's not a hoe,
who keeps her legs spread open wide. e.e (No offense to Kizo/her character. xD)

You also own Ichigo,
a strawberry-haired frotch-err, man,
weird that both of your character's names end with o,
Unless you were to create a character named Dan.

Sorry, that rhyme was lame,
because I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with man,
and with that I'll end this poem my dame,
Why? Because I simply can.

So here's my Christmas story,
a tale I have to share.
I promise to not make it boring,
though I can't promise I'll be fair.

A lovely young girl,
who went by the name of Emma.
Was sleeping so soundly,
unaware of the sacred dilemma.

Outside of her room,
five people viciously fought.
They loved her!, they claimed,
and said the others did not.

First was Mugglez,
an all-powerful woman.
She said that Emma was her love-prisoner,
and she, her warden.

Second was Kaede,
a rather shady fellow, to be fair.
Said something about the way Emma sounds,
and something creepy about her hair.

Third was Ereal,
on wings of blackest night.
Some of his hobbies included murder,
and filling babies with fright.

Fourth was Izaya,
who harbored a love-hate relationship,
though the same anime pairings,
they did not ship.

Fifth was young Kilik,
who was fairly well-known.
He rode in on a sleigh,
playing rock atop a silver throne.

They bickered and they bickered,
until four in the morn!
Arguing about the pettiest of things,
though not about when Jesus was born.

Yeah, the last line sucked,
but oh well, get over it.
Because the next bit is gonna rock,
every single last bit.

T'was like a four-way Pokemon battle,
with the way they all fought.
Yelling and biting,
and freezing when caught.

Em's: "I'm trying to sleep!
Can't you figure this out another way?
If I don't get any rest,
I won't be able to live for another day!"

So proclaimed Emma,
making our champion's feel bad
They pondered and an idea was formed,
one good enough to make them glad!

Mug: "Well surely she'll love me,
if only for my power and fame.
The others aren't nearly as good at fapping,
and that Kilik kid is kinda lame.

So on the rise of the next sun,
Hashbrownz went forth,
she presented herself to Emma,
naked, on her porch.

Sadly,
and to Hash's dismay.
Emma turned her down,
going in to start her day.

Kaede: Surely she'll love me!
I mean who couldn't after all?
And to not let me touch her hair,
that woman has gall!

And so Kaede trudged,
through snow and through mud,
to give Emma a dearest gift,
formed of his own blood.

Revolted and perturbed,
she demanded he get away.
He fled the scene, still bleeding,
to find someone else to play.

Ereal: Surely she can't turn me down,
for I am cooler than ice.
Surely more awesome than that Kilik kid,
I mean since when have you won when you're nice?

And so he flew himself,
onto Emma's floor.
The Gallant man had himself gift-wrapped,
only to find out he had done it on the moor.

And so left were Izaya and Kilik,
trying to outwit the other.
Their opposition's plans,
they were trying to smother.

Izaya: I love that woman,
yet I hate her at the same time!
This epic would be okay,
if the narrator knew how to rhyme!

He crawled into her room,
and went through the lot.
When she came in, he got mad,
and the two both fought.

Izaya, too, had been cast away,
leaving us left with kid.
He had a perfect idea,
and perform it, he did.

Kilik: Gee I hope she likes this,
though the other efforts were good,
except creepy Kaede's,
his was pretty hood.

The idea was simple really,
of this cunning young man.
To write a story for his dearest,
was his romantic plan.