"I'm just a third-rated star covered in blood."
DIR EN GREY - CLEVER SLEAZOID
(Source: deathlism, via kyo-embryo)
(Source: iz-the-rainbow, via kyo-embryo)
goodbye my everything
what is existing, and what is suffering and where is the crossing
a contemplation over suicide:
when a flower dies
does it wilt, does it decompose
or does it simply fly away
with the wind that always
comes, no matter what,
does my heart wilt or does
it just stop, abruptly, without
any signs or implications of goodbyes,
can i just run into a car, or
fall off a building, or inject
air into my veins, or down bottles
of ugly pills, or simply stab myself,
would that really give me nirvana, would
that really bring me to a world
that is a little better than this?
i thought we were twins but you were only my broken window
how strange a waltz
the tapping
rapping sounds
seams make
upon the door
being bruised
torn
& raped
and looking
to break hinges
(as if madness
would stop our escaping);
every quick fix
a small derailment of the heart
before fixing
the fixed
again
& again
(as if castration
would stop our fucking);
dawn
molesting
at the windowsill
the piano-white
teeth singing
broken against
taut cello
heartstrings
(as if dissonance
would stop our screaming);
nevermore.
(Source: volviter, via kyo-embryo)
nothing actually really matters anymore
no parallel personas, no j, no me
no poetry, no words, no art, no love
今日のあなたは誰なの？ 愛してくれると思うてた。
