The gazette

Bathroom

Why can't I sleep? I was fascinated by the silence.
It is empty to talk to myself in a damp room again.
Why can't I sleep? Because I saw you.
You look down at the wet floor. Leaning the head while sleeping.

I just didn't have any feelings for the uninteresting reality.
I adoringly looked at you without saying a word and even forgetting to blink.

I want to fall asleep, just feeling the fear of awaking.
I want to forget everything. It is selfish nonsense.
I call your name. I go mad with the silence.
I shouted while holding your thin shoulder, it was too frail with warmth.

I was fascinated by the uninteresting reality.
I fount out that it even was meaningless that I had been borne not to cry.

The voice at my back kept on.
The reason was not important.
Only you look so sad in front of me.
I hate myself so much because I couldn't do anything for you.

I tell to you, who gave me my name. Can you be beside me as it is.
Yeh, for me you are the first and last "mother".

I softly lined you with deep red color on the white wall.
I came close, the still warm cheek. I just smiled calmly.
A big teardrop was filled with you. And I felt we could become one.
The time when the eyelids close and the warmth is gone, I am beside you.


COCKROACH


I am moving on a deep and muddy bottom and
wearing unrecognized feathers. Am I "attractive"?
The "unreasonable" action suits me, doesn't it? That's fine. I'm living, spoiled very f***'n doubter!

Natural born trash human
Natural born worthless fellow
Natural born rebel spirit
It is as good as rotted oranges

I stretch my arm and stare off a far wall.
Do you see this muzzle that aims at your head now?
Now by this hand in a free cockroach some time
Do you see this muzzle that aims at your head now?
I am seen, in the future when you fall on ground...

I wanna believe that I can reach it if I stretch my arm.

Natural born trash human
Natural born worthless fellow
Natural born rebel spirit
It is as good as rotted oranges



Guren

I'm sorry... after awhile, let me sleep by your name

The passing days drew us closer
The pain is matched with joy
Both hands reflect that
I cry when i think of you

there is a rain of sadness
it's fine just to remain unknown
i tremble for repose, i remembered
what do you want to see in this reeled in dream?

i dont want you to fade
let me hear, even a sigh
a small heartbeat, that isnt there
i want you come here!

unchanging dreams, if this continues on
please dont pause in your happiness
even if it doesnt need to called out but
the drowning days are piling over me.

i dont want you to fade
let me hear, even a sigh
a small heartbeat, that isnt there
i want you come here!

Even the hands of salvation is also in vagueness
Will there be a cocoon at intervals of the second, without the string tearing off?

i want to hear, even a sigh
little rhythm to the sound of the heartbeat
of touched prayers delivered. [haha ok i give up on this]

the name which i cannot call out i held closely
counting with my fingers, i dont want tomorrow to dissapear
hearing with blocked ears
the sound of a broken cradle

the spring time will never come again
the crimson lotus is in bloom



fue lo uniko ke enkontre por ahora jeje

Hyena

Ugly acting and song
You're just a can't-dance Handsome
Your copulation is dirtier than money
Unprincipled strategist
Abuse, middle aged spread
Feeling like a braggart at the nook of a BROWN pipe

Please disappear because it is an eyesore

You were born from the mouth?
Nothing but continuing flattery from your knothole
Your copulation is dirtier than money
Unprincipled strategist
Abuse, middle aged spread
The half-crazed brat is drenched to the bone

Please disappear because it is an eyesore
It fails together if going straight

cannot tell Curtain of wine red apart
A dancing dream  As it flows down
Imitating left and Masquerade  Crooked  right

In a decorated swaying love
Drowning in this moment
Those who swarm to you are instant sympathizers
A ruined greenhouse Prince
A CHANDELIER in the back of your head
Those dying-out Your sympathy is a Hyena  days

The voice that bloomed in your face
Is a worthless pile of idealism
Facile “Eternity” is an overused dream

With mulitcoloured tears
With mulitcoloured words
If painted over, could you exist with that face?
The imprint seen over and over
In the lies given over and over
See?  You’re rotting as you’re self absorbed



Maximum Impulse

Ding-dong, my heart, ding-dong, is beating.
The symptom of outlawed action is dangerously hyper.
Ding-dong shaking excites my brain.
Buzzing in the ears, the ultrasound from hallucination
it's so kinky COKE's effect.
The view gets wider and wider.
CUCUMBER DEVIL is appearing on a TV screen.
It really works now, I cannot stop laughing.
Ding-dong, my heart, ding-dong, it's beating.
The reality of addiction strikes the body.
I know it, but it's the trap of COKE.

It's OK if it's fun. UPPER'S RISKY POGO DANCE
It's OK if I feel good. UPPER'S RISKY YEAH
The impulse and dream of teens to run until the body breaks does not stop???
It consents with the reckless thing however,
I continue wanting to run until I die???

Feeling is lost little by little surely singing even becomes impossible
Feeling is lost little by little I am gazing at the heavenly direction.

I won't regret even if I don't have tomorrow.
'Cause I got a lot of wonderful treasures.