Crona's Poem I am scared. I sit in this empty room, with a demon in my spine. He's always there, twisting my nose and poking at my face. His hateful words stab at my blackened heart. Its hurts in a way that the black blood will never heal. My blood is black.
This demon, in my spine, is always there. Then why do I feel so lonely? He always talks to me. He always makes himself known. Then why do I feel so solitary?
I hold my chest, hoping to feel a heart beat. Why can't I find it? Did She take it from me? Did She take that, like She took my sanity? Wait, no, it is there. I feel its faint fluttered, shriveled to nearly nothingness. That is worse than ha

Crona's PoemHow do I learn to deal
With things I've never experienced?
What if they're scary?
Can I curl up in my corner?
Can I block out these strange sensations?
But...
What if these new things are fun?
No. They won't be.
They never are.
Am I happy now, with things the way they are?
I don't know.
Am I sad at all?
I don't know.
How about angry?
I don't know.
Am I anything at all?
Yes.
Scared. Nervous.
There's nothing here to help me
The line that let me hide away is gone
What do I do?
If I curl up in my corner, could I...
...disappear?
Hide away from the world
And everything that makes me uneasy?
Will I be forced to handle somet

Crona's PoemDeath is imminent in all situations.
No matter the case, it'll come…
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
appearing everyday.
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Pass everything.
Pass life!
Yes, that is the choic

Crona's poem Inner storm (A poem of Crona's)

Darkness, thunder and lightning you see,
a huge storm is getting closer,
madness, trouble and what's frightening are eating me,
while people judge wrong, calling me a loser.

What is this pain?
Why is it flowing through my vein?
Is the world on the verge of dying,
or is it me, whom down a dark hole is flying*? (*meant as falling)

Crying...

...That's something I've done for too long,
the truth is I don't know how to deal with it,
people tell me to step up and be strong,
but I keep falling, singing the same melancholic song,
over and over, without having a bit

Cronas Poem... From the HeartWhat`s up? What`s down? Left? Right? I don`t know anymore.
Afraid to answer, knowing whatever I choose will be wrong...
I have been beaten, broken, abused, and torn.
The friends and the mother I thought I loved...
They just encouraged my misery...
What`s up? What`s down? I still don`t know.
I was saved... But why? What have I done to deserve such sincerity?
New friends encourage my happiness... why?
Life is confusing... Or do I not understand?
People try to help me now... They care about me..
My soul was dry, bitter, and afraid.
New friends made it a safe, warm, loving feeling...
Love... Is this what it feels like?
K

Crona's PoemMy blood is black,
Yours is red,
That makes all the difference,

The hate, the bruises,
Maybe it's just my mother's love?

Ragnarok is my friend, or at least that's what I thought,
Friends are supposed to hurt me a lot,

Those screams, those cries,
I can hear them after they die,

Mother says it's okay though,
That those people deserved to go,

Just like those bunnies that I had to kill,
I stared after their hearts had become still,

The last one left had shivered and tried to run,
I brought down the sword and my job was done,

Mother let me stay out of the cell that night,
Because I had caused that disgusting sight,

She praised me

Crona's Poem II: Maka to Crona Maka's Poem to Crona

The feeling inside you…It's growing isn't it?
The eternal darkness spreading and hollowing like an endless dark pit,
I can see it in your eyes.
Your body is shuddering, purple hair limp against your face,
You don't need to cry.
Please wipe your tears, your blade may not like you so much, but that's not the case.
Darkened eyes and an airy sigh escapes from your lips.
Just calm down, and take this chair and sit, I'll talk to you and comfort you.
Soon, you won't feel so alone anymore, you'll smile for once.
You'll feel brand new.
The cool air whispering in your e

Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possib

Crona's life...I have pink hair,
And I'm always depressed,
I don't care how I look,
So I never look my best.

I am so lonely,
I have not one friend,
Because people hate my mother,
And her I must defend.

She sends me into battles,
Where my life could easily be taken,
But she wouldn't even care,
If I were to never awaken.

She's trying to free Asura,
The evil Kishin man,
The unbeatable god of madness,
This was a really bad plan.

She put me in his lair,
I was to protect it with my life,
That's when I saw her,
Maka and her scythe.

She strode towards me,
A tender look in her eye,
She wouldn't stop progressing,
But I had no idea why.

She smi

CronaIt's lonely here. And dark. And scary. And… His voice in my head, hitting me, always beating me up. When I do something wrong, when I speak out of turn. When I breathe. Always with his voice in my ear, in my head, in my soul his soul our soul. And in my blood is black you know. And… It's lonely here. So lonely. And so dark and so empty. And I deserve to be here. It's all I know. That's why I can't let you in. Three wouldn't fit here, and you don't deserve this darkness like I do. You're too alive, too kind, too strong for me. I'm not like you, like that, like… Someone who's not so lonely. Someone not so confi

ConfessionsI'm a wannabe psychopath.
My entire personality is pretty much leeched off of others.
I live in filth.
I disgust myself.
I don't do anything to change the way I am.
I find that pathetic.
I don't feel like I have a purpose.
I'm a liar.
I manipulate people.
I'm clingy.
I don't know how to have close friends.
I can't control my feelings, nor understand them.
I have anger issues.
I swear too much.
I can't talk to people.
I despise pity, yet I seek it out.
I take my problems out on those around me.
I don't want to exist.
I'm a hypocrite.
I'm opinionated.
I hurt people on purpose.
I am what I hate the most.

A Story"I knew this was going to happen. . ." A small blonde boy coughed out blood as he laid there on the cold and hard ground. Cuts were scattered all crossed his body from his twin brother who murdered their parents, and tried to kill him. Luckily for him, he was able to act dead long enough for his brother to leave. Now he was struggling to stay alive as he crawled towards the forest. He knew he was going to run out of blood pretty soon, and he was prepared to die, even if it was by the hands of his arch revel, his brother. "Looks like you won once. . .Congratulations. . ." he laid on his back and closed his eyes. A figured hovered over him, a y

Crona's PoemCast away
Beat down and broken
I must obey
The word is spoken

Draw a circle of protection
Kept at bay
Keep away
So far apart from her perfection

Shadows loom
Lost in the gloom
I slowly slip away

A thirsty sea of stone and sand
Lost within a nightmare land
Afraid of night without a day
When the monsters come and play

I hear the serpent at my ear
She's urging me to drown the fear
But deep within this tortured mind
Wicked secrets you will find

I think that soon I'll fall apart
Their kindness only breaks my heart
I'll pass the nights in misery
With no one there to comfort me

The home I have is not a home
The life I lead i

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by ~mailiflower, Jun 11, 2011, 3:35:37 PM
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Crona's Poem

Everyone has a hell; it's just hidden, inside their head.
Darkness in my blood flood through my being slowly, much like a river flowing into a well.
Scars of black blood and souls captured by the unholy blade,
Screams of humans that pierced my ears as I bother not to hear what they tried to say.
I'm alone, truly alone. With a mother who beat me and stole my freedom, I was a prisoner…
In my own home.
The walls around me close in, slowly, ever so slowly they begin to cave in and creak.
Breath ragged in sleep, haunting memories of dark sins to keep.
The ever silent death glides behind, every step, each breath…
A dull sign of being alive.
Colors and kindness seem dim and bitter,
Everyone gave up on me…the world's youngest sinner.
I can't deal with this….I just can't.
Slaying humans and taking their souls, growing stronger as my blade cackles at the food that's been granted
Blood red tears stream down weary eyes, tired of death, of all these lies.
Betrayal, darkness, death.
Shuffling down the street, sleepy and smelling of meth.
Peak of youth drained from pale features, happy gleam gone.
A now soulless creature.
Laughing sun, grinning moon,
The time of death, surely must be soon.
Cold hands grip the blade as it screams killing and destroying poor unwilling human beings.
The sound of bodies hitting the floor, motionless in pools of blood,
The remaining few run in horror from the massacre and gore.
Childish laughter parts from parched lips,
And cool dark blood it does sip.
Poor eyes glint with sadness, not a glimmer of hope left.
The cold threads of darkness in a brain, stealing innocence in a deadly theft.
Curses and harsh words have already been said,
I can't take this anymore!
My name is Crona; help me settle the score…
Between myself and the hell inside my head.

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We all remember how Crona's poem depressed everyone in Season two, but what did it REALLY say? Well, we may never know, but this is how I think the poem was like.

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*FrostBiteGailes 5 days ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

... I wish I had never been born

*FrostBiteGailes 5 days ago Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Wow I guess the se characters would really be depressed by this. I remember that scene and I bet it effects them more since this stuff relates to them. Nice job well done

~Thesapphireangel Apr 6, 2013 Student General Artist

Depresaion setting in...

~animeloverforever15 Mar 13, 2013

This will scare me for life T_T

~Beast-Out-Ghost Jun 19, 2012 Hobbyist Filmographer

but it is good ^_^

~Beast-Out-Ghost Jun 19, 2012 Hobbyist Filmographer

I wish i was never born... poor crona, why did she had to die? Even though she never wanted to be born, like anyone else who read the poem - (yes, i do believe Crona is a girl, because of the pink hair and the hips are too big for male)

~Thesapphireangel Apr 6, 2013 Student General Artist

She dies?

~cronacat123 May 19, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Its so... sad. *Hides in a corner*

~mailiflower May 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I can't deal with this..

~cronacat123 May 20, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I cant deal with anything.

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