my body is my own.

i am seizing control.

i'm manslayer izo.

a blade in my hand,

a blade under my breast,

a blade in the stomach

of the man who watched while

hitokiri-to-be,

me, a prodigy, while

i took a piss in the woods

fourteen stabs, strangled, but

"he drowned, sir, i swear it"

young, nubile bloodlust

aided tosa, his home,

given promise of growth

i grew, and they feared me

"izo-kun, be careful"

"it'd be yer head rollin'

if it weren't for my skill."

i grew with every kill.

and yet i still felt weak.

my body and my peers

both laughed and mocked me, me,

i spilled blood monthly, both

outside and in, laughing

but did i feel better?

one mexican dollar

didn't cover the cost

of cloth, but that's payday

sent away like a dog

in a teahouse, or in

someone else's home, or

in a jail cell for us

subhuman citizens

huh, my food smells funny

oh, i'm yesterday's trash?

taken by no one, not

family nor comrade

i'm disowned tetsuzou?

then i'll take you with me.

i told them everything.

my mind and body, sold

to you, will broil and

bubble and fade like foam

on the sea. i am me.

when people cry in my DMs over izo's valentine scene... that is true Kinnie Power