Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Numb ❯ One-Shot

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Author's notes: *big, nervous grin* Ano... okay, this is my first Weiß Kreuz related thing, so be gentle. I've not even seen any of it. Normally, I'd refuse to write anything on those grounds, but it just sort of happened. Inspired by both Farfarello and my own misanthropy. I'm also aware that in the original, he doesn't actually say "hurts god," but it's the sort of thing he would possibly say and it's a phrase commonly associated with him. So. Standard disclaimers apply. Weiß Kreuz belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiß, etc.

Warnings: Implied murder and insanity.

Numb
A Weiß Kreuz Fan Poem by Kitsuneko

(I've lived forever
and in that time
I've killed the world
one million times.)

Here is the idle God
I make for myself
Of myself
Touch

To dead nerves, more sacred
Then food or sex or rain
Or God

Through your wide eyes
I can see
The men that stand in the distance
And cower from my empty face
The knife that I raise to the sky

(This hurts God
You are made in His image
He suffers through you
This is what He wanted)

I will send you to sleep
With this steel kiss
That you shudder under
So that my senseless hands
Can feel through you

Pain is indistinguishable from the throes of passion

Now pray, call God
I do this for Him