A poem about fearing the Dark Side and my dark side rage will overcome my beloved sister.
Monsters aren't real they say
Maybe the demons I fear are not,
but monsters are.
Is it the thoughts that make you a monster...
or acting upon them?
When you look upon something and make that infernal hiss sound.
One cannot indentify it.
A snake, a cat, something worse
When all you can smell inside your nose is blood.
That's putting it lightly.
I found records of what I have.
It's not a rage problem.
It's not bloodlust.
It's a curse, known as 'Hyuri'
"The Divine Rage".
I would never allow the Hyrui to willingly control me,
so I must remain diligent.
I must fight.
I must remain diligent
I can not falter.
Because of her.
The same little angel that snaps me from my rage,
by merely a thought of her innocent smile...
How can she also be a participant in the images that flash,
flash in a moment of weakness.
Yes, the images of depraved horror, chaos, and evil.
The ones that fill me with bloodlust,
the ones I seem but an observer to.
I love my little angel, my princess,
more than I love my life.
I do not want her harmed,
for the Curse of Hyuri can be transfered.
I don't want her to become me.
I don't want her to become evil.
I don't want her to smell the blood.
Her beautiful voice is to angelic to make the hiss.
So even though I wish to visit her,
I sigh a breathe of relief if she's not home.
I love her so much that....
I will never see her again.
For her sake,
Which only worsens my torment.
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