Mitsunari-Ishida

And I embrace the blackness Once again bathing in the coldness that has become so familiar A bleak wave crests the tranquil waters Distant squalls of beasts I once knew The darkness of night upon me Ever unchanged I heard a voice pierce the frigid wind One I had beheld once before And the trees would flail in terror around me My form is of stone Restrained by thoughts Proceeding to nowhere Standing motionless Disillusioned by false promises I fall into my self A place I once knew And I would ask you in earnest Where shall I go?

Tried once again Only to fail as I knew I would If only this pain in my body would fade If only the butcher in my mind would stop spilling blood A handful of pills They are supposed to kill the pain So why do they never seem to cure mine? Caught between a dream and an illusion I wonder once again if all this is real The fire within me dies All that is left is a frozen hellscape Each room more desolate than the last In each space: nothingness occupied And I fall into a daze This place tears at my eyes as I try to look upon it A blank space where they once stood I sit alone in a land I once called home Colliding with myself wit

Though they walk They still crawl Obsidian eyes upon them Growing ever stronger Summer falls I am frozen by deep odium The world upon me My gaze is of the dead And yet I can still smell your flesh The loveliest of crimson dripping from my blade Your vision collides with mine I am reborn with the planet And I cannot help but to be thankful You have invited me to bury it all once again.

Midst the dust and decay I walk this wasteland with eyes sewn shut A burden I would always carry Though on that day time would stop My vision restored with a violent tearing and rending of flesh And through that crimson image, I saw you standing there A river of tears had flooded your path But I would reach out to you with blood soaked fingers Yearning to feel again Seeking to come to your aid And you would take my hand as we marched forward into the future Knowing nothing Hoping for everything

I feel the heat of a cold world as it spirals around me. The power of your misery erupting into my own. Still gathering pieces. Wearing a mask of solidarity. Can you see beyond this illusion? On that night we shared our scars, though still hiding from ourselves. And the wind brushed against my cheek. As delicate as your small fingers caressing my tarnished form. Reaching out to feel once again. If only for one last time. These young wounds on my flesh remind me that you were more than just a dream. No... You were so much more than that.

You were the epitome of perfection. A portrait of perfect symmetry. Your eyes pierced through me as a loving dagger, and I bled only joy. Your form was the envy of creation, and yet you were blind to the universe. On that day, I knew. I wanted nothing more than to open your eyes to recognize the same image that I had beheld long ago. Beauty was an understatement, and even perfection fell short. Words would become obsolete. I would require infinity to describe you adequately. A fact which was both a blessing and a curse. For I can never show you your captivating visage through my eyes. That is the one and only way which I could make

Still locked within you. I forever fall at your feet. Bathed in emptiness. I am nothing. For those words. I would continue to fall. Painted on the wall. Another layer on your canvas. Breath turns to frost. The world around me dies. And I continue to fall. Waiting for you to catch me.

Faint movement I release. I should just leave. To bathe in odium is my wish; to drown in your aspersion. I would be castigated a thousand times for your darkness. Stifled inside your womb. A fetter upon pain, a demon to be set free. And you would spill the words, "I don't know.." And in my own remains, I would transmute, and transcend the soul of gods. To be reborn in ashes; laying in a pool of tears by your side. And as the words grow hackneyed on my lips, your blood is still fresh on my tongue. The life blood of the immortals; your's is my sadness. When I shed every tear for you, will you scream at the stars for me? As tho

Dreaming in dissonant fields of the flame. This pain will stop, just for a while. All senses numb, and lying motionless, I wondered if death was just as pleasant. Thinking of her a midst the bleeding stars; those which you mend with your eternal embrace. Stifled within it, I will forever remain. Searching thoughts; you will keep me alive while I sleep my dear...

It was me. Waiting to be ended; ready to choke. The angry crimson pool flows from my mouth. At last: I have found my nothingness.