Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII Poems ❯ Vincent: Regret ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Regret

Can you feel my regret?

It’s as real as the blood

that spills upon my hands.

The blood of innocents

The blood of sinners

Fate never deals a kind hand

to one who’s demise is already planned.

Some die of old age

Others of heart ache.

Then there’s the occasional murder

Or suicide attempt

People become desperate

and disillusioned

They’ll do anything they can

to save themselves

They’ll use others to their full extent

and not give a damn about them

in the end.

Avoidance will become top priority

You expect a pitiful coward

to face his problems head on?

I think not.

Any plan sounds like a good one

when it’s not concerned with death

Want to know what I regret?

All of the years I have spent

in self-pity and self-loathing.

What should have done

was start living again.

As of now

That is what I regret.

Life is cold and cruel.

But that’s no excuse

to run away from it all

Everyone has regrets

No matter how big or small

No matter what

you are not alone

Believe me

I know

When you’ve lived as long as I have

you just know.