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A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
