Shin-Zen Shiki Poem by Aldo Rino Smiloveux Bell

I dreamt my life was
a One Way Tunnel
up to the day
I saw you wed.
Your Uchikake
were snowy white
as the cherry blossoms
(‘cause this was
the Season of Sakura,
a few weeks
after your Birthday)

First
there was Tears.
Blank and salty.
All of them.
Till I ran dry.
Then
I cried Blood.
Red as the Sun
in the Flag,
until I
was drained
of that too.

But that
didn’t help either,
‘cause the Pain
was beyond life,
beyond Death.

Then
Evil God
stood before me,
Grin on his Face;
“Will you cry
your Soul out too? ”
Yes, I said.
And I did.
And it was
Black and Dead
and sticky,
like Tar.
Wasted.
Beyond repair.

Then there
was nothing.

And you never knew.
Through Hell I went.
And you never knew.