True Self
I've been stained my hand with blood
But I never feel anything at all
Those pathetic emotion, sadness and guilt
Nothing... I choose to remain silent
I always put a mask on my face
A perfect one to hide my true self
Other people just judged me from outside
Using me as a tool for their own need
They never cared about my dream
I can't decided my own path
Like a bird in the cage
Trapped in this worthless community
That time, the crimson moon shine beautifully
I killed them all without any mercy
I didn't have to pretend anymore
I'm free to face my destiny
Back then, I left one person to live
I let him live for my sake
Fill your soul with hatred and curse me
Release your anger and come before me
I'm waiting for you, oroka na otouto…
My Life
A beautiful arc of copper rain
Flash of steel and ice cold pain
I bleed black on the pale carpet floor
Caught in your eyes – I wish to be no more
In this biting bitter pain there is still some delight
I'll feel something again, even if just for tonight
You carried me this far, bastard, selfish pig
Made me think my life was worth something big
I hate you for weakening my shell with every peel
I despise the wounds that won't ever heal
This prick is just one of thousands I endure
Not one more breath for you, my make-believe cure
My blood runs black like the color of my soul
Tainted pitch beyond words, all part of this whole
This creature of white flesh and mortal pain
I hate what you did to me again and again
Go away moron, I don't need your pity
Your golden words and blue eyes, sinfully pretty
I die on your conscious without looking back
Short one grain of truth I don't mind having lacked
Because I don't want to know if the black I bleed is true
Because somewhere, deep down, I hope it's the same color as you
Subject: my poems 
Sat Jul 25, 2009 2:59 pm
