ShadowQueenMik

The Angel of Death was on a rampage against the scientists that had been running extensive tests on him. "I'm sick of being your fucking lab rat," he snarled, snapping out his curious, sharp, obsidian metal wings. "We already know what you've done to Shiro!" Seiki's eyes misted over at the thought of his incapacitated brother, who was laying in the hospital ward at the other end of the complex. Sometimes when Seiki visited him, he found him mumbling deliriously. More often, he would just stare into those dulled blue and gold eyes and find nothing behind them. Shiro, the Granter of Life. Sharp, careful Shiro… Seiki gritted his teeth

Just what are you doing there? Squandering your precious time You do not have much of that to waste. Yet still you remain sitting there, Staring at an empty screen Trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Songs stuck in your head distracting you, Your memories still plaguing you, All you want is to break free from the rut. Timewaster, Timewaster, What currency is so abundant To compare with the way you spend your time? You could put millionaires to shame If the time you waste is money spent And the difference is you won't get it back. But still by some small miracle, You manage to get most things done Timewaster, Timewaste

"Dearest Jewel, "Sometimes I wonder why they created us with feelings. "I mean... Emotions are imperfect. Impairments of judgement. They make humans do rash things and we see it all the time. Correct? "So why did they give them to us? Perhaps Doctor Light had good intentions, but Albert certainly did not. Which raises the question 'Why did Albert give his robots the capability to feel?' "Did he want us to be able to experience pain, both physical and emotional? Sorrow? Why couldn't he have just left us as machines? Machines that carry out their directives without asking questions? Did he want to bring us down to as low as he was and still

Eight brothers in this generation Uncared about by most. Eight brothers in this generation Each one guards his post. Brother Gravity stands strong As Blue Death makes his way Upside down, then right-side up, It's a little bit risque. Grav senses death is coming Yet he stands up strong to fight For what is Earth without the force Of Gravity's strong might? Before long, Gravity has fallen. What has happened, what went wrong? Blue death moves to the next one "To send him where bad 'bots belong".

The rain felt cold on my skin as I walked briskly, glaring straight ahead at nothing but an apparition conjured by my memories. Each drop felt like a piercing bolt of ice, even though it was mid-August. I wanted to catch that evil apparition, torture it like it had tortured me for fifteen years. I wanted it to experience even a fraction of the pain it mindlessly caused me. I wanted to force it to see me, then I wanted to let it go. I wanted to forget about it, to begin healing the wounds that were open and bleeding. I wanted it to acknowledge the closed scars on my wrist and the open lacerations of my psyche. ...I didn't know exactly what I

Cracked and fragile It beats slowly Ye who has it Treat it well.

Strangers pass by Out on the street, Exchange a short glance, Move on with the Rushing of life. And so it goes For days and days What is it they see In the strange eyes Of each other? Soon they start to Meet on purpose Looking out for the Now familiar, Comforting eyes. They long for a Constant besides Change, a sense of some Normalcy and Something that's nice. Finally they choose To speak, simply "Hi, pleased to meet you." A cordial nod, Keep on walking. Day after day, They learn so much, Taking time out of Life to get to Know each other. Friendship is a Miracle that Takes place in many Surprising ways, Def