when past turns past,
calamity bites its mark.
the contradicting self,
swallowed in a tempest of memory.
drowning darkness,
inflict the guilt upon those shoulders.
despairs poison, garrotting the hope.
touch me with your eyes,
carve your sins into me.
another dawn to hunt the breath.
a repeating wish, vague its form.
unborn future, let nightmare come…
…in the end, we all share the same sky!
-
Yu
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