Title : Dementia

Part : III of Only In Words

Series : Yami no Matsuei

Category: Poem, Angst, Drama

Rating : PG - 13

Author : Requiem Duindain

E-mail : r_duindain@hotmail.comr_duindain@hotmail.com

Homepage: requiemharmony.cjb.net ~ still in progress! ~

Authors Notes:

Yeah! Part III finally! I'm sad since you guys are not so interested in poetry… Oh well, neither am I. The world is full of perverts and sadists. Or at least that's what I thought when I was young. Yup! That was before I moved to my high - school. At the moment, Dementia is even longer than Wings of Black and White, which is my favorite poem among those I made. That challenge is still going on, so feel free to take it up! So here it is, Dementia, the poem I wrote while writing in agony because of my damned dismenorrhea… Enjoy..

Dementia

Hateful yet tolerating, tormented …

Stupidity and untrustworthiness, traitorous soul

Madness springs from sanity and the show of denial

Where's the love gone now, I wonder?

And an attempt to mend or break?

What was violated, bringing to us a stranger

Loatheful smirk upon that identical face

That voice mocking as we exchange "hellos"

Ah, conditions worsening

Hate mounting higher, brewing inside

I am the silent one, he who bears his hate in secret

Afraid to seen the fiend to where he belongs

In fear of mother's sanity

But then tragedy!

Mother's dead now, killed, by who?

Ah, oh no, father's gone too.

No one left, or at lest I think that

You don't belong pin this family

You're non - existent

Murderer, demon in my life

Will you kill me to?

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

A shot rings out, deafening loud

From a shotgun and a thud, a clatter

As you fall lifeless on the floor

Blood spills out from that wound

I find this unfair

I wanted revenge, why rob me of it?

So I sell my soul, dedicate my life

Rid myself of limitations, rules

Who said I couldn't do it?

Let me tinker with things, experiment

Calculate and take the results as they are

This is all for you!

This, my attempt to exact what is near impossible to get

Become obsessed with a miracle

Or a freak of nature rather

And kill to attract my obsession to me

Fulfill my earnest wish, dear one!

For the one I hate, be my sacrifice

Oh, don't be shy, my Tsuzuki - san…

This is all for you, my dear brother

Whose name rings clear, an athema

To my ears, name foul! This Dementia's for you!

Shindou Saki, I shall make you suffer!

- Muraki Kazutaka

* Poor Muraki, I pity him. I must write about this soon.. I like Dementia and Catatonia, the psychological problems Muraki and Tsuzuki are suffering from. In fact, I suffer from a little bit of both.