Heavy breaths of desperation, a faint echo of hope, am I still who I am before I met you? Lies against truth, feelings of inferiority, how I am supposed to let go? Behind closed doors, places of immense pleasure, there you find my silhouette. Tell me who I am, call my name, for I am drowning in guilt.
Questions after questions, I feel remorse towards my existence. If only a night could be gone by without a touch of impurity, I'd still have a taste of innocence. Driven by the call of unfiltered nature, I, once again stumble upon its monstrosity. Far beyond the forest, I dig my own grave, and bury the person I used to be.
Black and white, all these dark gray clouds around my turmoil, where can I find my salvation? Spinning in the same circle, trapped inside a cage, I seek assault amidst my depression. Only then I'd pay for my sins, only then I'd feel safe from all my confusion. But, who am I lying to, when I could still hear my voice of oppression?
Crying, silently, in a dim-lighted room, I wanted to be out from this misery. Wipe my tears, embrace my every scar, for my language spoke beyond bounds of decency. Wake me up from this dreadful dream for somnolence is where I don't want to be. I scream, I call out for random names, I beg to be found amidst my duplicity.
I just wrote another poem and it can somehow relate to Yashiro's character. Well, just a bit? Haha! I always love these two and I'm really looking forward to Yoneda's update this coming March. I mean, I've been filling up my plates with other food but this one's my main course. Feed me already, Author-san! I'm getting hungrier each day.
Heavy breaths of desperation,
a faint echo of hope, am I still who I am
before I met you?
Lies against truth, feelings of
inferiority, how I am supposed to let go?
Behind closed doors, places of immense
pleasure, there you find my silhouette.
Tell me who I am, call my name,
for I am drowning in guilt.
Questions after questions,
I feel remorse towards my existence.
If only a night could be gone by
without a touch of
impurity,
I'd still have a taste of innocence.
Driven by the call of unfiltered nature, I, once again
stumble upon its monstrosity.
Far beyond the forest, I dig my own grave,
and bury the person I used to be.
Black and white,
all these dark gray clouds around my turmoil,
where can I find my salvation?
Spinning in the same circle,
trapped inside a cage,
I seek assault amidst my depression.
Only then I'd pay for my sins, only then I'd feel
safe from all my confusion.
But, who am I lying to, when I could still hear
my voice of oppression?
Crying, silently, in a dim-lighted room,
I wanted to be out from this misery.
Wipe my tears, embrace my every scar,
for my language spoke beyond bounds of decency.
Wake me up from this dreadful dream
for somnolence is where I don't want to be.
I scream, I call out for random names,
I beg to be found amidst my duplicity.
I just wrote another poem and it can somehow relate to Yashiro's character. Well, just a bit? Haha! I always love these two and I'm really looking forward to Yoneda's update this coming March. I mean, I've been filling up my plates with other food but this one's my main course. Feed me already, Author-san! I'm getting hungrier each day.