Anata e

These worldly possessions lure no one.

Perhaps I was wrong. I had spent much time under the light that it begins to crack my shell.

Shouldn't have done that.

I should have lapse into the forbidden sleep and never let the Sun to enter my eye.

Perhaps I am better suited to be confined into the wooden bed of night and sealed away deep within the Mother.

Then I can break myself apart, and being absorbed into the very soil I loved.

My legacy will never fade. So don't ever forget me.

Nail my heart. I couldn't bear the pain of being apart from you.

I wear the scar-inflicting crown, and warm constituent of the living trickled down my face.

I ripped the mask that have concealed the true self away, only to wear it back after treachery is unveiled.

I am always being alone from the start.

A piece on the chessboard without the hand to move me around.

Wait, question yourself. Why did you ever go?

Why did you cry if you do hate me? Why don't you smile if you really want to hurt me? Why don't you?

But then, tears are the most potent, lethal weapon of your kind. So I am not surprised.

Lay me down. Close my eyelids and put the roses over my chest.

Watch me closely as they carry me away.

Do you see a single tear running down?