Securing naiveties as chiseled law,
Dismissed as the youthfuls life,
Through life I know the visions that die...
Turning my gaze to an endless fall,
Thrust upon a laughing knife,
Stuck into the sky.
It's the whirlwind that lets me see,
That we're just floating through a cage,
full of the defeat of death,
Twitching limbs tell me my age~
Tear-filled eyes that never rest
Ending lives,
Falling buildings,
Eating bodies~
All for the sake of my soul
Can I have just a bit more light?
With little children models
filled with naive fright
and all their organs kept in bottles...
But the King of the Dead,
He still stands high above his shadow,
collecting bodies with no heads,
To dance in his peaceful meadow.
((Written during a lecture in English class. :3
Edit: And revised a year later. ))
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