Author's Note: First off, idk whether this is a crona au azula makala but i think it fits here best. This is an opinion piece/ meant to onyesha crona mashabiki tht she/he isnt so different from my inayopendelewa character in the world so...here goes btw, i am totally new to the soul eater thin actually but i upendo cronas character so please correct me if anything is off line here and it might help tht u know who azula is..watever j read if youre interested. and yeah its only an opinion piece. i couldnt deal with a shabiki fiction rite now
he is a just a kid and no-one cared for him as a little child, when he did something right he was punished and when he did something wrong he was useless, when he wrote a poem it was sad he even went into a room and sat in the corner crying. his weapon is his blood ( Medusa melted a demon inside his blood ) his poem goes:...
I cannot speak as long as I am wrong I cannot be brave as long as I am alive How can I end a life? How am I supposed to deal with this?!?!?!!?
I… lie here In desperate need of help But the world turns away from my cries So cold as my broken body bleeds No one will help me There isn't a slither of light in this eternal darkness The black shadows that engulf my mind Who will save me? Someone, will wewe be my savior? Nobody? "Please…" "… Anyone…" The only sound approaching was the footsteps
I sit inside my room As wewe crawl under my skin I fight a pointless battle In which I cannot win wewe tell me that wewe upendo me But I do not believe But I can not say no to you So for you, I still bleed Rushing in my veins My blood is red, no more I cannot get rid of it For insanity has no cure And as I write this poem My tears come to an end Because I've made it through hurt and heartbreak And I have made a friend