Sunday, 02-Apr-2000 23:54:02
As a stranger of the underground
world
I emerged from the mortal
There I saw a crowd of demons
freely enjoying the taste of
others' spirit
The loud beats of my veins
surged
Throbbed in my mind
I yearned for a taste of the
blood
Like a fountain it seems
To be overflowing
With thirst they dranl
While I, starting to feel the
need,
was tied back by the thorns
of a rose
The parade never stopped;
The demons went on and on
Taking and leaving what they
must know
To be free, to be free, to
be free...
Violently they thrashed
To their hearts' content
Their thirst quenched
By the taste of one's spirit
Reveling in the malicious lust
For unveiling tragedy
While most would feel fear,
They drank it all up
"Free, free... .. Free...
You are free..."
How I yearned to be like them!
I struggled against the rose
In an attempt to gaze at the
hollowed souls
Feel the bloodthirst dwell
in me
What do I see?
The present is waiting for me...
"the demons watched
as the rose cried in fear
It didnt dare say anything
But they showed no mercy...
Did it deserve it? Or did it
not?
Its red juice flowed down the
demons' throat.
While I enjoyed
My bonder's pain
I felt something missing
When it was all shriveled and
dead.
But I didn't care,
I reached to devour its corpse
I was not a stranger, a mortal...
But one of them,
who is free."
hidoko matsumoto and xz0ner