sunday morning
all alone
i set out to search
in a world drawn out of
the picture book i read
the day before yesterday
outside is whitening
it'll illuminate me someday
soon i really must go,
i get on a bus with its paint peeling off
with an unnatural grin on my face
and on the wall to my right side
those four words i hate are
joggling
look,
outside is whitening
it'll illuminate me someday
soon i really must go,
"farewell."
from atop a building, i
threw away all the shredded photographs
acting silly and waving my hand
enclosed in orange-colour, i mutter
outside is whitening
it'll illuminate me someday
soon i really must go,
"farewell."
from atop a building, i
threw away all the shredded photographs
acting silly and waving my hand
enclosed in orange-colour, i muttered
as if it was all along a lie
my place in this world
is gone
and, hated by everyone
forever and ever
i'll mutter in my orange-coloured world