Softly spoken lies become the equivalent of broken truths
Iiharu until their words have all but aseru beneath the touch of rain
Tears, hageshii to nigai spilling past the abused inprints of youth
It's tsurai to even take a breath past the descending hand of the mundane.
Sakebigoe until it tears at your throat like a predator silencing your jumyo
Kuru'u trapped within a senseless hatred smoothered by the tainted wings
There is nothing left to understand but pain itself and you start to samayou
Who can ever know this kind of searing pain Painted by the legend of awful things?
So it's Friday
I have today off from work. Can someone say WOOT WOOT (b^-゜)
It's exciting although I already spent all my money (pay day is technically today however I get mine directly deposited a day earlier").
゚゚゚゚゚-y(^。^)。o0○ I really didn't think this through and now I have nothing else to add lol. Maybe I'll come back and post stuff later. v(^-^)v
Bai-Bai (*^ー^)ノ