From The Setting SunThe boy looked on while Nameless continued to struggle. The master shook his head in disgust. “As the Uchiha were famed for their superior intelligence, one is left to wonder if you are truly Uchiha.” He snatched the length of cloth from Nameless and held it up. “We face foes the likes of which I have not seen and yet a simple loincloth is beyond your ken?” He flung it at his alma, who was nude for this lesson. “Wrap it again. Nameless, watch, the Demon take you.” Working slowly, the boy held one end of the cloth in his teeth so that the rest hung down his front. This length he then threaded between his legs, secured between his lower cheeks, then wrapped around his waist. When the cloth had gone round his body twice, he tucked the end into a section at his back, formed a loop, and tucked the end through this. He then pulled and the entire cloth tightened around waist and groin both. The end still in his teeth he released,
RosebushIf I were to tell you,"Life is not a bed of roses."Would you still continueTo pull the weeds from beneath the rows?If I said,"There are some wounds that cannot heal."Would you still reach between the bramblesAnd allow the thorns to pierce your skin?Were I to mention,"Even the brightest of flowersWill eventually succumb to time."Would you still cut the headsIn preparation for the new spring buds?You simply smile and say;"Yes.For even the most vapid vine deserves to be cultivated.Only then can it bloomAnd truly enjoy its time in the sun."
InsomniaWhy won't the lights go out?
Sing Me to SleepEvery mistake madeWritten, permanentNever fadesHis eyes are hardBody heavyHis eyes are hard, andSteadilyTrained on me, and I can't runWatch the year and all I've becomeCome steadilyUndoneRunRunNot enough, it's overDoneSo done.Days go by, the only constantIs this spit, our bitterArgumentI'm holding a stoneFeels like steelSo cold, so coldAnd yet, so realIf I were to throwit would you feelLetting goLet me healIt endsThese tearsA hand on my armSing me to sleep, saythat I can't be harmedYet as night draws in and the day cannot lingerFeel your frozen fingersShiverI know I cannot live hereYetHis eyes are softBody warmHis eyes are soft, andOh so calmHeld on me, and I'll hold onWatch the summer, all I've becomeSlowlyBecomeRedoneSing me to sleep, saythat I can't be harmedYou're all I have nowSay that I can't be harmed.
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