Kaori Yuki: Godchild: OblivionDisclaimer: I do not own The Cain Saga, Godchild or Dominic Crehador. All rights to Kaori Yuki.--Oblivion----Very likely, I am mad. --The graveyard smiles at them.The child notes this, and he informs his mother, who sits still and somber as a statue and pretends not to hear. She has been fighting with his father again: he can tell by the white hands knotted in her lap, the thinness of the lips smeared with rogue, the purple shadows that sweep beneath her eyes. The dark hair, usually tacked up smartly, now coils around her shoulders in a way that reminds him of a noose.That's what life is, really. The child reflects on this a
ColdThere is coldinsideoutside.all there isis cold.There is a gun in my hand,for youfor me?I don't know.You made me cold.That is all I know.No one else can have youno one.if they try i will kill themand i will kill youbecause no one else can.I will kill you softly,Breathe your life,Spill your blood with a silver knifeTo the rhythm of a dark waltzOn a bed of thorny roses.I will spill tears for you,Remove your mask,And take the light from your eyesTo the rhythm of a dark waltzOn a bed of thorny roses.I will make you shine,With a thousand suns,In a world where colors go grayTo the rhythm of a