ok for context: this one I tried to represent the depression Kyosuke would go through after leaving the killing game!
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nowadays he scrubs his hands so hard
the skin slides off like paint. she looks
at the ugly Alabaster block white bone
& wonders why he crumbles.
when he was young he always said
that he wanted to be strong
when he grew up. and look at him now,
nowadays he wakes up in the morning
&
dies a thousand times
before she takes his first breath. he cracks
like lightning a billion times before he
forms his first thought, he folds away
in he sleeps like paper, like crumbling
is the only thing she can do even with
his eyes closed. nowadays
he shivers into dust
at the slightest breeze, he
clatters at the slightest pressure.
his decay is a reflex, flesh rotting
and gnarled, spoilt and curdled, nowadays
he's a corpse cause six feet of dirt
is the only thing that looks good on her.
he's sour he's beaten by
the blackened hands of the sun,
nowadays he can't. can't sleep
can't work can't do anything but leak blue
all over the floor. and now there's blue
on her hands, blue
on the walls, blue
down to his roots. he blooms
in winter and his petals drop dead
before he can name them.
it's a shame that a colour like love
doesn't belong at the bottom of this forever.
cause nowadays all he can do is
roll he eyes to the back of he head
like marbles and peer into his guts,
into the tomb of his dreams.
and all he sees is me me me.
all he sees is nothing at all.
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✄ Sad/Angsty Juzosuke Poems
Poetry✄ Just a little sad poem from Juzo's point of view from after kyosuke stabbed him
