heat-haze days (kagerou proj.) (pardon the voice :< ) ft. [Ib] On a certain day of the week one specific art gallery stood out from all the rest there was no one there. In some rooms dwelled an aura that was odd enough to make a person feel ill And that is where I found you wandering the spaces all alone Pretty please, can you give me your little rose? he muttered bravely as he gazed longingly at the flower that you carried in your hand Ah, the smiling painting gave a laugh but as you held out your rose you saw cruelty in his smile but by then it was too late to get what was yours all the while Like a punishment for acting without thought you fell to the ground like a flower soon to rot the red of petals, scattered and with your body, battered mixed into a scent that choked and chilled me the painting whose deceit cost you your life muttered: Thanks for the meal with a laugh and a smile and as the minutes ticked by torn petals filled my eyesight the cruel painting faded without a goodbye My eyes opened to the sound of my watch stopping its pace in this dreaded place What time is it now? How much time passed me by as I lay, afriad, on the cold, unforgiving ground and the rose I laid next to I remember having being found But you see, I find it an oddity, I remember having seen this same painting on the wall yesterday, in my dream Over here, I will help pull you up! but you only gave a glance as I stepped through the frame when you suddenly fled back the direction that we came At last, I left the world hated for so long but your fleeing figure made my escape feel so wrong my loud horrified screeches hands extended to reach you resounded and then filled empty spaces I gave a warning, screaming to you it was fake but you followed it, despite all that I have said Vision blurred away but before my eyes betrayed I thought I saw a subtle smile on your face Forever, we find ourselves stuck in this daze a dark loop of hours looping again and again a death to be repeated for some years we are trapped in circles and the end is never clear but a story is a story all the same and today like any has an ending so to say Even days like these must one day fade away Dashing in and replacing red with my blue She fled down the hall with my flower still in view the blue of petals, scattered and with my body, battered mixed into a scent that choked and chilled you The worry in your crimson eyes were there and plain with a smile, I muttered: its alright, go on ahead. The usual visit to this place finally ended this way but I felt there was something I had misplaced On a certain day of the week one particular painting stood out from all the rest with teary eyes, she said: Guess I failed again, as she stood all alone with a lighter still cradled in her hands. ------------------------------------------------------- On a certain day of the week one specific art gallery stood out from all the rest there was no one there. In some rooms dwelled an aura that was odd enough to make a person feel ill And as I walked I found the two of you, the yellow and the blue Hey you know, the color I like most is blue. she muttered bravely as she gazed longingly at the flower that you carried in your hand Ah, the question was asked of you I could only watch as you obeyed the commands of the girl and replaced the red rose in her hand with your light blue Tearing petals out without a second thought you fell to the ground like a flower soon to rot Go on ahead he murmured So I believed his small words And jumped into the painting and fled this world the cruel girl whose deceit cost you your life muttered: Welcome home with a laugh and a smile The lemon candy was eaten by her, grinning and like that, everything I had was taken from me My eyes opened to the sound of the flutter of a book of pages you had looked What time is it now How much time passed me by as I lay, afriad, on the cold, unforgiving ground but I still remember the kindness of this person I had just found But you see, I find it an oddity, I remember having seen this same little scene in the hall yesterday, in my dream Over here, I will help pull you up! but I only gave a glance until I saw someone fake She waved a hand and called but I did not hesitate At last, I left the world hated for so long but when I stepped through the frame those few memories were gone my voice reached and called for you but despite the things I do the once nice memories changed to empty spaces you gave a small smile as you said Im sorry, little girl as an apology The edge of my vision shattered but as darkness descended I thought I saw on your face, was sadness Forever, we find ourselves stuck in this daze a dark loop of hours looping again and again a death to be repeated for some years we are trapped in circles and the end is never clear but a story is a story all the same and today like any has an ending so to say Even days like these must one day fade away Suddenly you noticed something in your hand the softness of a hankerchief that I had lent the color of blood and rose reflected something we knew mixed into a color of twisted memories The confusion in your dark eyes were there and plain with a smile, I muttered: I remember you, my friend Regular visits to this place finally ended this way but I felt it was the start of a new story On a certain day of the week a small girl awoke before an octagonal frame with teary eyes, she said: Wont somebody come as she stood all alone with a small rose still cradled in her hands. 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Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 08:13:16 +0000