DIM SCENE

 :::The GazettE:::

DIM SCENE 

Because of too much scornful laughter, the demand and value fell out
You’re sleeping next to me
and the severance is the foolish act
 

So the meaning of that crumbling sight,
the meaning of rotting

To the place where the crows gather,
and until they stop crying,

 

the numbers escaping for zero
are chasing them


The ideal shape curved irregularly
is deeply melting as it’s sewed together

Reality floating in a pupil is a shell  
 
Is that the fault of my paralyzed heart?


The sky breaks off and lights fall down onto the earth
 
A baby’s dream soothing its grieving voices


A lie that has been blotted out so much that it’s inflaming
 
A moth that is falling with the wings of a butterfly


Love that is drowning behind grief
 
Onlookers that
are reaching their hands out for the corpse


An old lady
laughing about tomorrow that's groveling


I can be as I am, amen

Aimless pain
is covering my surroundings completely

I enlighten the poem with my eyes closed,
such a poem can't heal any wounds 

Demise started to bloom all over the wall
 
Every time somebody asked for oblivion,


my poem that got burned over a loss
is drowning at the bottom of gloomy nothingness

lalalalalalaaa

 

 

:::The GazettE:::