You know, now that I think about it, I don't think it was ever thoroughly explained as to why Kunzite did like that nut Zoisite ^_- dalles_@hotmail.com

Spooky
©2000 dalles

It's the glint in his eye,
The hint of his smile,
The flick of his wrist,
That drives me the way I do.

It's the way that he walks,
The way that he talks,
It's the way that he kills,
That only adds to it all.

It's the things that he does,
The things that he was,
So many ways a person can be-
That he'll make me the way that he wants me to be.

He flirts with disaster,
He flirts with death.
It's the thrill of the kill-
The thrill in his blood-
It's the thrill of it all.

To take a knife to his heart,
To tear his very soul apart,
To take it all,
To give it all,
It's all that he could ever want.

He walks of angels,
Speaks of demons,
Acts of man,
Oh, what can I do?

It's the way that he walks,
The things that he was,
It's the way that he kills...

It only adds to my thrill.