I don't understand anything.
Im just faking...
Crying...hurting...laughing...
I saw a kitten that was just waiting to die.
It's discretion organ seemed filled up and nobody would go near it.
I just did what I usually do.
You don't understand what the end is.
The rain keeps on falling down without worrying about falling up.
I turn off the lamplight of my room, before settling on the floor.
I comfort myself by thinking about all these unhappy people...
I found one more way to escape.
On the pure white paper,
A drop of black fell
Soaking through it, spreading all over it,
Until I couldn't see anything.
His heart starts to rage vehemently,
He can't keep his delusions from inflating.
She doesn't know anything,
And keeps pretending she's courteous.
I don't understand you.
The night keeps on gulping down everything,
Without worrying about coming to an end.
I trace down words with my finger,
crawling about on the floor.
In these words
There's neither lies nor falsehood,
But there's secrets
And my nails start to eat into them.
That man unable to lie
And that woman full of secrets,
Abhorring pain and cornering themselves
Their outline starts to be blurry,
And I start hurting.
Soft curves with shadows.
The rain keeps on falling down,
Without worrying about falling up.
I'm tearing off my heart,
Thinking about that kitten,
I've never really considered suicide,
But somehow....
I feel like dying now.
That man full of lies
And that woman skilled at tricks,
Afraid of getting hurt
And acting as if they were pure.
My fury gushes forth,
And I wake up.
Soft curves with shadows.
If the kitten would've been told it's own fate,
It would have thought
That it didn't want to know