Living in a dream cloud
with feasts of fantasies
Don’t take it from me now
a crippling misery
An undying desire
Festering in my heart
His apathy inspires
Shameful sobbing
I want to put desire away in the attic
but the box is too small
and so is the attic
and so is the house
and so is the town
and so is the world
I remember when I thought I was his world
but I couldn’t see Death’s sickle under the guise of love
– Zaïkyori
