[Lost Memories....] ~*~
~*~
Fighting blindly in the midst of war,
a hand approached me.
It was my master.
And there i was,
torn into shreds..
With slashes and bruises all over me..
I can barely stand up with all the pain,
the suffering.
All that was left was only a chipped blade,
of my sword..
After all my years of service as a samurai,
I have never faced death as beautiful as this.
Master,
I'm not the Samurai you knew anymore.
Many things changed as you were away.
I was filled with anger and despair..
To kill,
my hatred to even destroy the world.
I don't know what came over me.
Master,
if you were to allow,
please let me die.
Let me committ hara-kiri..
I placed the tip of my chipped blade,
on my stomach.
But I await for my master's call to let me do so..
Tears of blood.
[Comments] // [Hamzah] // [12:39 AM]