her fleeting heart, my only hope.
she destroys me to the core, yet obtains me.
i violently leap in rage and the whole world rips in two.
all there is, anger and guilt, to have, revenge upon myself.
my retribution hisses within a sigh.

Sakura

You are silently waiting, you are growing old, you are dying.

And we wail and we wail, trough the songs of this everlasting drought.

The spectre's charcoal received when born has tainted the spirit.

When do we part and long for ourselves? To brazenly breathe and gawk.

Completely feel that in your hands lies the soil, so in the glistening sun,
you wish to inhale.

It retired, resigned, hopped, stopped and got clogged.
It fought, caught, released, pleased and stopped.
It came, went, fell, held and dropped.

And when it took its final gasp, the world scorched a perennial cimmerian shade