Lacrimation

"Eternal Member".

This particular line gave such heart-rendering drive to me.

Drawing upon the memories, they appointed a person to be the sixth member rather than replacing the deceased.

The new member looks fine. He fits in with the concept and all. Another addition to the Coven of the Roses.

Let's hope for their best.

CROSSFIRE

Why the faces contort with such shadow
This place holds nothing but the agitated screams now

You you you you you
Wrapped in own ego and unable to see the fault in your way
Do not blame others for your partial blindness
Out there I'm pretty sure
You will find another hypocrite
So perhaps you can polish your growing madness and dictatorship

The last song is written as your requiem
Laced with thinly veiled hatred I really hope you understand
This beautiful image of a falling butterfly that lost both her wings
Burnt deep into my retina and wanders about

This place was plagued by thick mist and was cleared by the swift anger
Now I can see which is enemy and which is misery

The old me has died along with my loyalty to you
So long because now I want to forge my own path
One that will not cross yours, I'm making it to reality
Our dreams that you don't want to grasp now

Will your ego ever die? I doubt it will
Because as long as you continue to live you will accumulate the pride
And soon you won't be able to look at the ground anymore

Therefore go away, carrying the image of the butterfly
Remember that it once represent you
Only now she is without wings and falling

Dearest Beloved Dim Voice

I wonder how much wound has I inflicted upon you
Also how much do they bleed when I turned my back on you
but you are still silent, bearing all the ache brimming

The little lies echo across the room and pierce the glass heart
And now there's no stopping of the overflowing sadness from your eyes isn't it?
You wept into the pure white sheet while gazing at my sleeping figure

The morning rids of the hazy memory of the night along with you
That is why I don't recall the reason you cried before
Forgive me, now I will reach out to you and erase the words that wound you

The loneliness seeps into me with every drawn-out sigh
It's like I am cursed, petrified upon seeing the light
Unknowingly I set myself apart from everything I once knew
Because it means I will be able to hear you again

"I still love you dearly..."
Despite the signs being painfully clear I failed to read the expression in your tone
But once again, please whisper only to me like you used to
Because the nights are torturously long and cold

The last words we exchanged keep on replaying
I keep on imagining the heat when our hands are encased by each other

"Goodbye, no more"
"I won't be wounded anymore, so goodbye"
Please don't go

I saw the azure of the sky turn to ashes
Tomorrow it will repeat again and again
Just like how your voice used to be while I waited for the cigarette to burn completely

I still remember how your face felt like
I still remember how you smelled faintly like alcohol
Never these would fade away
I have integrated you deeply within me

「わきざし」 WAKIZASHI

If only in the morning you greet me like how the chilling cold do so many times
Maybe everything will move in a steady pace

At times I fall to my knees but no one offers a hand out of sympathy
I just smile knowing that you would do so if you were here
But the moment I grab your outstretched arm you fade away and I wake up eventually

The more I think of the times you were here, the more painful it gets
I embrace my weak heart and keep on praying that our paths will intertwine once again

At times my drinks are diluted by my own tears
Because I can see my reflection on the surface and it looks so lonely without you next to it
I dip my fingers into the liquid and write your initials across the table and they disappear along with my frail calmness

My voice leaves me whenever I long for you so much
I cannot hear myself when I mutter your name

If only we met earlier perhaps we won't end up being apart like this
Maybe I can persuade myself to stay with you
But I know the thoughts are naught but fantasy being born from regret

I lit up the night with the candle and close my eyes
I tried many times to find the one that matches your scent but to no avail
Weeping while wondering how would I get to catch it again, slowly I drift to sleep
And tomorrow will come and the cycle will start all over again

Twilight Theory

Expectation so high that people cannot see below.

Admiration turns to obsession that some fail to see clearly.

People tend to overlook the rose due to the overwhelming beauty, only for their fingers to be wounded by the thorns.

How many more will surface?

"Dieu sait mieux." We'll see.