Untitled verses A wanderer in the world of tranquility, Sharing not the anxiety many also possess, When choosing what path leading my fate, I blindly turn what the compass does not direct, Guiding what steps I had left to spare, Bringing pain on what I luxuriously waste. Chains of secure hides not what guilt I commit, Bars of seclusion shields not the fear I most hidden, Prisoner am I thrown in by the will of my heart, The refuge I seek is the Iron Maid I create, Suffering grows in each inch piercing the flesh, To choke dead in blood than face truth unbearable. But am I alone in torment of evasion? Through the same cut spills the same red juice? I tried to find peace in each stab and slice, But in every wound I hope ease the turmoil, So does misery pour down on all friends of care, Bombshell works damage on all blocking its track. I smile in the face of depress in extreme, For what joy is left if no hope still exist? Only to turn back to the dreams of gone past, Cherishing happiness that was once before, Shattering in smoke when both hands grab firm, To laugh high in torrent of trembling tears Trying all ways ignoring fact odious to accept, Donating what's left the body fully wretched, Filling what needs the world dully demands, Throwing away trouble even the slightest in touch, As I exercise necromancy to gain life eternal: Long had I struggle to accept the love forfeited. Wanderer am I in the time infinite, But a mortal existence is what I must face. How long can I remain a zombie walking dead? I hope life but life shows not its shape, I seek death but death will not comply, They won't give in what peace I deeply desire, Thirst eases not seeing sight of grape fully ripe, In distance to grasp yet dare not stretching out, I still must harvest what seed I'd sowed. History gone is only history to remember, Changes in twist pops out full in bloom. Peace at sea shows not in turmoil of storm, When tiny ripples replace waves of terror, No more a raindrop disturb the salty solution, Facing challenge until all is quiet again. Time streams by with not a blink in return, Though pure delight is what we dearly treasure, Once kids of innocence cannot avoid mature. No path of life leads back to the past long gone To Heaven I must climb with one mind and only, Or stumble in Hell to hide in pits of agony. Inspired by "君が望む永远" 2005/07/02 作於关岛 --

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