Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Athazagoraphobia ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama--i.e., not me.

A/N: Just a little explanation here--"athazagoraphobia" is the fear of being forgotten. This poem is about Kibito after being resurrected and feeling pushed aside in 'Shin's affections by Gohan. As usual, I'm reading far too deeply into things. ;-;

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Athazagoraphobia
by Meressefers

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He'd never hoped to breathe again
Rose-hued Lazarus, bleeding red
Upstaged by mortal child's strength
He fades, he whimpers, the risen dead

There once was a time he sang
There once was a time he knew no pain
no more than imperfection
Only fear now, wheezing, dying
Sorrow sits here, pleading, trying
Crying for a better way

Fear is a many-splendored thing to the body that has felt it all
But not this--never this--never daggers through the heart
oozing deadly knowledge: sweet honeyed cyanide instead of nepenthe
The mind, as keen as ever, stings
with dull agony and isolophobic thoughts

If 'til death do us part were broken...

If 'til death do us part were broken, never fixed
then fear can preside unrestrained
He will be forgotten, as he so abhorred
There is truth in malice, malice in truth
He knows this, Lazarus among men that he is
But if he-if he were to be forgotten, there would be no more...

Fear is a many-splendored thing
in a world where status falls and honor stalls
Duty ignores heartbreak and flesh-eating dust
Pain left to grow hidden and unhindered in the dark
One cannot help but grow athazagoraphobic
Fearing obscurity, that all-consuming whore
And if Lazarus were to be forgotten...
there would be no more to carry name or weight or life:
only jealousy, iniquity--
a wrenching, gripping, burning stain
Proving the saddest aphorism:
Life may return, but wounds remain