Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki

Sometimes I look into the sky,
Why?
What is up there?
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I enter a vast white room
All I hear are voices cluttering my head
'say my name…'
I hear over and over
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All alone in the dark
"can you hear me? "
All I see is those who are damned
"you can see me? "
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I walk
Blocking out the word with the sound of others screaming
I wish
Locking everything deep inside without a speck of light
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A huge Victorian castle
Dancing, dancing, dancing…
Beautiful dresses sparking under the glissading chandeliers
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A boy at the end of a hall
Such a devilish grin breaking through his lips
His eyes widen
You can see his lust for death
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I want to set my world on fire.
Nothing is worth anything anymore.
All value that was once there is gone,
Not even the trees will produce oxygen
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Alone in my room
Darkness fills the emptiness
I keep to myself,
I write
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I’ve been thinking about you
All the times we shared
All the grief we feared
Holidays spent together
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I stand firm in an open field
A group of friends:
Friends which are fake
Friends which are real,
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A heart full of darkness
“is this truly mine? ”
I can’t help but wonder what this dark aura engulfing me is
“is this truly me? ”
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I Write A Letter
Only your name is mentioned
I hear your voice drift away
“are you becoming a memory now? ”
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A girl lies alone
Her eyes broken in tears
Her mascara streams down her face,
Like a black waterfall flowing
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Have You Ever Wondered If You Could Fly?
Maybe in another world or realm,
Or maybe… It’s all just in my head…
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I hear the symphony down the hall
But, no music?
The aristocrats are scared
Their souls lost into oblivion,
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This life I live,
What is it to you?

Am I even a human to you?
Or am I just a toy for you to tinker with?
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A dream of flying and soaring,
To have his feat lifted upon clouds in the distant sky
What’s that?
Impossible you say?
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Every morning I wake up knowing something is missing,

I live my days in different ways now,
I'm not alive, I'm just breathing...
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The more I love, the less I feel
The more I feel, the meaning drifts away
This sleep which I dream of is peaceful,
Yet the sleep I endure is of most chaos
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