shi-ni-tai

i've spent far too long asleep inside this story, letting all my nightmares create a sense of glory, but no i am not slipping, just dripping, down these words, every sylable, spoken yet unheard, i'm still awake but my eyes are wide shut, a contriduction to my open cut, but no i am not dropping, just slowly stopping, down this slope, every step taken, yet so long ago, i can't remember letting myself go, i can't remember stepping over this stone, i can't remember being with someone, who didn't make me feel so alone, i can't remember being here before, i can't remember closing this door, but then again, i don't remember very

here i am, standing on the edge, cold hands outstretched with lines i give you three lines of hurt, love, life and time. i gave you all these lines in a hope that you will someday understand me, but no you'll NEVER EVER UNDERSTAND, cold wind blowing through unacceptable ribbons, and an image of death underneath the mirror's empty reflection, and still you turn your back on me, i wish i could be your shadow and follow you into the darkness concealed with bright, and become your own reflection, in your cold, cold night.

this is a one lined poem, have fun.

Where do ghosts sleep? when the morning is near where do ghosts sleep? do they just disappear? where do ghosts go and what do ghosts do? why do ghosts hide when the sky turns to blue? who do ghosts watch and what do they see? can they see us too when we stare at their feet? what do ghosts want and what do they need? do ghosts fall in love and where do they meet? i wish i was clear, like the lamp of a bulb, going where i want, refusing what i'm told, i wish i was the space, between the earth and the sun, the horizon of us, the ghost of a gun, with no one to hurt, and no one to kill, just a small silluette just th

(strings interlude) stories are spread accross the country, the story of one man, but sadly stories are all fiction. and sadly i am not a novel fan, i don't think i've ever felt this lonely, my head is buried in the sand, my friends all tell me not to worry but i don't think they really understand, (chorus) and then sometimes it comes inside and tells me what to do, a little voice inside my head and i'd like to think it's you, it's warmer than the air outside it's clear and pulls me through, the knot that i am wrapped inside i'm tired of this loop, ( string interlude) i'm sitting outside this rotten cafe, the evening is dark

kan jo- wa goomon ni kakerareta kano jo wa ryoote de kao o ootta wakarimasen kano jo wa muna shiku kanjiru kan jo wa koko wa hajimete desu Fuchuui ga kanjo wa no shi o maneita kono koko no kado ga jiko no okita tokero desu dooro no mukoogawa kanjo wa hitogomi no naka ni sugata o keshita subara shii yu u utsu

i don't know how to describe the tune of this but it's in a minor key. Tell me what you think of it. longing to be in your shoes the life that i wish i could choose longing to see in your face longing to be in your place (Chorus) and why was i born just to die? and who is this man in the sky? caus he doesn't hear what i say nothing is going my way longing to see in your eyes longing to walk with your legs longing to be a new girl instead of this nothing i live (Chorus) and the person i see just doesn't feel right, i do not feel like a monster inside, this cannot be true i know it's a lie i feel so mixed up i