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[Bakiryu]

Galatea

Muticolored tints
Grabbing hold of the eyes
Just one glance
To get lost in perfection

Molded so soflty
Charming elegance
Made and remade
In sleepless nights

Downward curves gracing
Please a thousand eyes
Cracked apart
Revealing the inside

Crisscrosed in ribbons
Of dream-cobalt blue
Multicolored expression
And the subtleness of obsidian blades

A thousand letters engraved
Into whitisht pigment
Green-emerald sight
Piercing much too bright

Swirling temptation
And palid dedication
Loveless compassion
Threaded and made

With golden architecture
Sea-tints azure
Delicate palm lines
Ruffled pages in dreams

A thousand inks
A star-studded edge
Of humanity

Graced
With phantasmagoric bioluminiscence
Burning embers making
A structure silver tight

Surrounded and held
By a thousand thought-threads
Burning much too bright
The beauty of iron knives

A dream
Forever aloof

Made and remade until is truth
A masterpiece
Of life and lust

What or who could it be?
None
Never
As beautiful as you



Aracna

Frozen forever in ice
Captivate me with your smile
Write with that blood-red ink
Drank straight from my lips

Taunt me with long pale fingers
Weaving silky strands of thought
Dance a song that turns forever
Weaving paths into the falling snow

If only I could scream
Those words I feel
A four letter lie
Written in your skin

Forever lost
In those dreams
You wove unto me.


Semblance of a God
Look at my arms
Crisscrossed by scars
As my body hangs above
And look below

To see is to believe
So dip your finger here
And see if you won't come away
With blood

Rusty nails
Are nothing new
Falling away
No scars

What will you say father
As I die
Resurection on your hands

Rip the sky into tears of black
Burn the skin so decadent, crips
It looks like blood on your lips

And may I breathe again
Resurrection is but
a game.

And may I dream again
To die once and then
be forever your lord savior


Cute Without The E
Dragging scars on her arms
As others glance
And look away, again
The blood that runs down to her hands
Blossoms from wrists neatly bandaged

Long curling hair covering her face
Where those eyes almost seem to burn
A gaze the brown of soft curling earth
She's all alone

One face in a sea of faces
One girl of more in a hallway
Who can hope to understand?
When no one will and no one tries?

They stand there
No move, no soul
As she falls slowly to the floor

Hits her head and bleeds to life
The pain makes her feel alive
Disgust shows as others walk by
Who will comfort her when she cries?

When the blade is only a fad.
She's cute without the e
A silver star

A girl like others
She thinks as she dies
Who bleeds oncemore
Just to know she is
ALIVE


Belle Morte
She sits
Her bloody head reclining
Against the towel trailing fresh dye
A crimson splash
A momment lost

She sits and sights
Staring at her arm
Where the razor cut

And every day is the same
On her wrist a tally
Made of scars

Even thought she'll never know
I call her beautiful
If only she'll smile.

I'm next to her,
Trying to help
Dye and bleach stray strands

'I love you'
and 'You're Beautiful'
Fortnight later
I whisper on the phone

She says, what's that?
Nothing.
The comMent
If only I could go back in time.

A day again
She hangs with shame
From above cord streching tight

A smile so bright
On the face of death
and on her hand a note.

Surrounded by all.
I read:

"I only wish
Before I die
For love and Beauty
I, loveless and humane
but never a face
Can't bear this life
Goodbye friends"

A tear on my eye
As I try not to cry
A word on my lips "I love you
and even in death, you're still beautiful"

Someone behind me asks
What's that again?
I look behind,
hands on pockets tight
and whisper....


Nothing.

[Bakiryu]

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