Crona

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 you be my savior?
Nobody?
"Please…" "… Anyone…"
The only sound approaching was the footsteps
Of people passing by
Eyes turning away from me when my coração began to falter
And the wind blowing silent and deadly, ready to blow my ashes away
Nobody cared. I died.

Cast away
Beat down and broken
I must obey
The word is spoken

Draw a círculo of protection...

crona ....

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 Valente as long as I am alive
How can I end a life?
How am I supposed to deal with this?!?!?!!?

The blackness of my blood reflects,
The darkness that I will always be,
I am a dissapointment and nothing more,
I am pain and...