#mentahera

[dahlgard]

i blink in the eyes of the advantageous 

it isnt fair what you can do 

so i shut up and sit still in the confines of a spider’s web 

if i struggle then the song the strings will make 

will be one of sorrow 

where has the meaning gone? 

i feel the shadow being cast 

the negative afterimage still burns in my vision 

an echo of no escape 

i can see eight of them watching what ill do 

full of milk and unblinking 

i didnt even hear you breathe 

color is nothing without a meaning 

so i will make a meaning for myself 

even if it means「REDBLOOD」or「BLUETEARS」

because at least itll be me who gave it meaning 

so i dont have to wait for you 

ill go on my own terms 

your fangs will never reach me

[dahlgard]

“I am myself.” 

Blasphemy against that from which I was made. 

The vocal menagerie of all others telling me how to live 

It is difficult to walk the road that has been covered 

But I keep going 

A harsh whisper pleads 

“I want to be born. Not made.” 

[dahlgard]

empty talk means nothing except vomit for your peers 

people will defend the lowest of the low just because of pretty words 

no one needs to understand them

they just like how it all sounds 

but empty talk is nothing 

never will be anything 

waste of life to follow 

[dahlgard]

a moment

a memory

a life

even a raindrop has a reason for existing 

bright blue on this effervescent evening 

(how far does the shadow fall)

in the light of day i will always find you 

but not the “you” im expecting 

where have you gone in the confines of day

(shining and bright, like a stroke to the skin) 

ill find you again when i find myself 

and a reason for living 

maybe it will rain today 

[dahlgard]

always in the dead of winter 

time is slow 

just as everything is frozen 

so am i