images of a lonely girl
touching the wall as if it were beautiful
shocked in realization of something so simple
but it signifies the boundaries I cannot cross
how I am tortured because I can't show
these haunting dreams to the rest of the world
and your face that I see, everywhere
what is it about you that is such a mystery

sitting at the beach forgotten
but mesmerized by the falling waves
differ each time in which drop of water
should fly up in the foaming spray
and though no one knows me
I can still see the beauty
of something undescribable, but to feel this way
is suffering beyond my tolerance
that I cannot share it, with anyone else

because I must remain silent
about the secret but paradise place
and I cannot even describe it
in the words and pictures I thought I had mastered
what am I supposed to do
just leave it this way?

and the soothing full dramatic sounds
of an entire strings group fill my head
though stuck there with everlasting tape
it is not as enjoyable as if it were real
and though no one knows me
I can still see the beauty
lying under the ghostly mask you wear
it was killed my heart, that I can't know you
know if what seems is true
and you also feel this way


-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 319 AF.