Where Else My Poetry Falls

The curious breeze fills the air, The waves are searching for the rivers, The color of the seafloor is the color of the clouds, Muggles have blossomed with romance, This way, your memories will fade, In this life-path where the silence is scattered Dreams achieved with pity, Sacrifices of sacrificial blood on the floor, No vengeance, no consequences, A heart does not cry will not be removed, Moon may scatter downwards, Everything will disappear in the fireplace, Yet the flower may bloom in the memory, Like a sprouting bud, The heart thunders because brightness of the moon, I don't know, Who's screaming all night?

When I reveal all the truth If it hurts you, either worship me till my death, Or stab a knife in my young heart, because truth is always a two-pronged poisonous snake.

Without looking at what's inside themselves, They will criticize the light by looking in the dark, They are the seekers of a fantasy-filled cup, they don't know the truth, that nothing will be gained without sacrifice.