but
the mankind came and lost to its own creation.
and though they may not be as strong as the trees
it is them who make this world, a place —
…beautiful, interesting, and worthy to live in!
all alone during the nights, I walk
I remember you, us, and our walks
and when the climb gets too steep
love me more, so I conquer the mountains!
it is the sound of the click
a cup clicking against the lone table
listen to the echo of that cacophony
in a crowd it gets lost, but — an empty room
makes it reverberate as ominous as —
the whistle of The Medusa!
because you and your talks
they have a way to intrigue
you talk too much, a lot
and then, *sigh* you don’t!
so, bring me a chalice to drink from
thus, kill me for being born as a man!
peek, do not look, why?
because I am shy;
love me, do not like
my hands are cold
not my heart, not my love
so love me love, because you are love!
she is an angel from hell
find innocent faces in heaven
all we see is a sin-concert for her
but what about the wicked disease?
deep it dwells inside the men —
of heaven, of the holy land;
I am my own darkness
such harmless in color
next to me you may find
the color of peace — white