sayakas

Burning lights of the expansive city shone like stars upon the dawn of a new era. It was in these times, these precious moments, that life boasted of a becoming quality. Somehow, in the isolated state of being of which she resided, her mind was a sonority for hope and optimistic nature. This was a rare occurrence, residing in a city built upon the despair of its inhabitants. She was adorned with a gift that embellished her in scars and cloying bruises. They did not fade, they were perfectly imperceptible, and sent palpitations of anguish down her spine. It was the gift of rebellion, and although she attempted to abstain from evil behaviors,

Yearning to seize a taste of the embers upon your lips O, gods, save my soul from yet another foolish love Undertaking what remains of my battered, torn heart Save me from the beauty who instinctively stole my affection Taking and racing away with childlike impulse O, love, so fresh and new! Like a newborn child in the peak of spring Eternally naive, not knowing of Hell lurking in bitter shadows Might we mistakenly fall in the hands of a demon? Perhaps, and Yet we are still so deep in the abyss of madmen's love Hell rains down upon us, every so often Envious of blatant mindless euphoria, and Although we are tempted to grasp Hell's burd

Not once in my lifetime have I met a more beautiful girl. Eyes like stars and a voice as soft as the sea. She was a girl on fire whose soft skin was as frigid as her personal aquatic purgatory. Aoi Asahina, a champion through my eyes, a master of the water of which she graces with one single touch, was my perception of supreme love. I fell in love with her immediately, upon meeting the glimmer of her eyes and her perfect athletic figure, and becoming acquainted with her optimistic and energetic nature. She was my nirvana, and my best friend that soared beyond the limits of perfection. In her company I feel the strength I could not otherwise

Atmosphere of bitter clarity, In Amsterdam there is a sanctioned room, Filled with the empty souls and vessels of alert strangers, And a fly waiting to be murdered By, perhaps, a frustrated professional Or an apprehensive client I fell in love with silent hysteria here The invisible tears of a recently childless father Those who are lost, yet aware, and mask their emotions They sit here, in this waiting room, Where a suicidal fly urges to die

In our world we distinguish Colors We distinguish the reds, the blues, and the yellows That fills the world with their irresistible hues You merely observe them, and You relentlessly take them for granted I see various hues the way I see faces in the crowd I see deep below the exterior shell in which they bind their beings in Because not even the strongest can hide my perception I see the red that flows through my inner circuits, filling me with finite life It circulates throughout the body, yet sometimes sheds upon the earth in war I see the red that makes me fall in love; it makes me feel like nothing in the world seeks to harm

We have numbers scrawled on our broken backs 1 to 1200 We speak the hoarse tongues of vanquished throats We feel black, toxic energy pulse through thin veins Creeping like a wandering elder ghoul Speak to us in whispers, O brutal Lord, For bitter souls we have been, much too stubborn in nature Yet fools must pay the price; to receive their bitter end We walk along worn pavements, all of us 1 to 1200 Silent tears patter on concrete blankets; we anticipate Who are we? What are we? We are the 1200, residing in a state of nothingness We do not exist; we are empty, infinite space Our only form of identification are the numbers on our

Are you scared? I feel your boiling blood pound. I am in love with the society of which we live. I do not want to pretend that The world is a terrible place. None of that is true. “He will surely protect us.” That is what they tell us. “He will always protect us.” A world of hope and salvation. They will never give us A world of despair and fear. Our leader with his ever-watchful eyes. I will put to death Anyone who tries to rise against the project. Yet I am in love with Justice, mercy, and grace. Our leader will never allow us To succumb to the ills of utter madness. My fate is To be eternally bounded by