Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII Poems ❯ Vincent: Pain ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sesshy is sexii 
A poem of a certain angsty character.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance / Psychological / Angst | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 258 | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
A poem of a certain angsty character.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance / Psychological / Angst | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 01.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 258 | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
Pain
Do you know the pain I feel?
The blackness that clings to my heart.
The fiery pits of hell trying to pull me back in
time and time again.
To feel time stop all of a sudden at every turn.
It hurts knowing that I'm still alive
Reliving a nightmare all of the time.
My love was taken from me
With part of my humanity
Can you feel the pain of
a loved ones sorrow?
Knowing that you were there
and you could only do nothing?
The constant depth of dispair.
As though it will crush you
if you ever come near.
I've thought of taking my own life.
Yet I could not let myself.
I do not deserve death
I deserve something much more painful for my sin.
If I let my love die like that
How could I get away with that?
Death would be a prize.
An escape form this twisted painful reality.
Full of sin and blood.
Will I ever be given
the benefit of the doubt?
Knowing my luck,
I think not.
A benefit like that is a luxury
that I have never had the pleasure
of obtaining.
Do you know the pain I feel?
The blackness that clings to my heart.
The fiery pits of hell trying to pull me back in
time and time again.
To feel time stop all of a sudden at every turn.
It hurts knowing that I'm still alive
Reliving a nightmare all of the time.
My love was taken from me
With part of my humanity
Can you feel the pain of
a loved ones sorrow?
Knowing that you were there
and you could only do nothing?
The constant depth of dispair.
As though it will crush you
if you ever come near.
I've thought of taking my own life.
Yet I could not let myself.
I do not deserve death
I deserve something much more painful for my sin.
If I let my love die like that
How could I get away with that?
Death would be a prize.
An escape form this twisted painful reality.
Full of sin and blood.
Will I ever be given
the benefit of the doubt?
Knowing my luck,
I think not.
A benefit like that is a luxury
that I have never had the pleasure
of obtaining.