Spark

It is inside this willowy bag of abused skin and bones,

a flickering, writhing, flame. In my overrated desire

to avenge the injustice done to one such as myself

it has been allowed to spawn

In a flourish of overly exaggerated movement,

the blinding flash of silvery light off deadly metal

is splayed around the circular room. There is a

sickening satisfaction in wielding a weapon

honed to such a deadly degree.

The always decaying and re-nitting flesh of

the body is so surprisingly easy to punish.

Weither it's to feel satisfaction in the bruising

of that skin to hear that crunch of displaced bone, it is so easy.

This power over life is addictive and the relative

simplicity to reach this level of power is so easy.

Inside the protected fire can grow and inspire

a pain blinding rage. Always is the chosen recipient

of this 'righteous' revolution of revenge so surprised.

Always I wonder why I commit such heinous acts.

Maybe after being a recipient to so much in of itself

it is all the permeates this elation depraved mind.

I can tell this unworthy host of myself everything I want.

The ease of inflicting pain, the addiction to the

drugging desire to inflict more. It by itself is

enough to instill terror onto the victims mind.

Why dwell inside the thought that the world is safe?

To face my creator and repay them for what they

have instilled is a constant drive inside.

There are no restrictions on the petty

thoughts many uninformed hold.

What a pleasure it is to feel them burn under the fire.

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I know, it is very vague but it was meant to be that way. After all, Sesshomaru is

a very ambiguous character. As mentioned, this was written in 8th grade and was

tweaked a little before being posted. I'd love to hear any thoughts. I'm a very

open minded person. Unless, of course, you're telling me how to write what

flows through my mind.

Much thanks and love to Shadow-sama. I wouldn't have done it without ya

and you know that.

~Chaos