Friday, April 2, 2010

SHIZUKA

Coursing through my forsaken veins
Weepingly
And from my eyes flow the dark

Sleepingly
The withered body is dancing
To the uneven melody
A song to the endless night

Tenderly
The enshrouding shadow engulfs me
All is about to being lost
And I am unable to bid them farewell

Wouldn't be any better if I stay, right?
I, who don't have any strength left to keep on living
To be forgotten

Brightly
The rays of hope shine on me
But they only hurt my eyes
They fail to invigorate my broken soul

Laughingly
Lovingly
Leniently
I lay down here, waiting

No matter what I try I never seem to go anywhere
I spend so much time only to return to where it all started
I want to escape the untolerable grip of guilt
But it is too late

The pain coursing through my forsaken veins
They flow from my fingertips
Sealing the end of my breathing

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