Fog
This part of my heart is leakingA puddle of festering falling feelingsA pile of meat called HumanSometimes remembered shape of a deep linePinky promise with youMe, covered in fogA connection fit for the shapeThe destination of these insecure feelingsWhat, are we going to repeat this again? Floundering,The hole in my decaying long-gone heart is leaking air.Someone's words just pierce itShameless opening and closingRoutine is avoiding, being deludedThe surface and the underside, which is which?I can't even see.You are fog, and the grasshopper cried, and cried.*
Painted, your eyes, look over here, crying eyes.
A park with falling pink flower petalsThe sound of gold informs me. The sound of 5pmYour eyelashes next to me are lovelyI can't put it in words, butI want to become a puddle with youDriven by true feelings, my mouth spun**, I'm tied, standingYour hand, is now, now, where has it gone?Can't be found, wherever I look it's goneFar away, faintly, your voice calls outBut when I turned around, it was goneJust a fallen aroma lingeredBecause I can't feel, because I can't seeReality-less scent, but, how nostalgicWhy, I wonder. For you, I...
Painted, your eyes, look over here, crying eyes.
"Wait, Wait" said sobbing passionJust throwing a childish tantrumThe sound of the words dries up my throatTo convey a noisy, far-off, palpitationCompleted, cloudy colorThere's no way back from running awayThis mist that wraps up my bodyLike I was with you. Pleasant.Staying just like this would be so niceLet's melt soon, just like thisThose dead eyes, my spouted nonsense, holding my breathWaking up as blind garbageA rainy day, hey, heyNext to you I become a single drop of waterWith a drip, drip, I scatter on the floor
Painted, your eyes, look over here, laughing eyes.Love is just you, right now, laughing.