I Hear The Sad Whispering Sound...
...................................................Of Wings Beating...
The Used: I'm a Fake (opening) Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife!
The zanpakutō Pain Haze uses the command "Sprout" to transform into a gigantic urumi with mystic symbols carved into the handle. It has two
techniques: first, it produces a violent wind that can be controlled by the wielder, and second, it produces blasts of air, which can manifest as concussion
damage, including internal bleeding.