- I pile soil onto your corpse even if that was forbidden in the bliss of your innocent gaze. There was an incompletely hidden temptation... Why do sins exist? Why do punishments exist? The tip of the bone was very white and invited the infinitely continuing darkness; just about everything might seem vivid and disappear soon. I lock up your memories even if they were to be damaged at the depths of a crazed love. There was an incompletely repressed impulse... While I gathered up the pieces I was waiting for the end of the dream, because those who have sins are giving up, because those who have punishments yearn too much; just about everything might be abandoned and spin, keep on spinning. Will I be able to laugh when morning comes? Will I be able to laugh like I did on that day? I wish, I keep on wishing that there isn’t a thing that I’ve lost. ( youtube/watch?v=JDQbwvYA9IQ )
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 23:32:56 +0000