UNMASKED poem.
That which is unmasked, Desire and nihility. That which is lost, Nothing.
Ulquiorra's vol. 22 poem.
There is no meaning in our world, neither is there any meaning in us, the ones who live in it. It is then meaningless for us, who are equally meaningless, to conceive the world in our thoughts despite knowing there is no meaning to be found.
Ulquiorra's vol. 40 poem.
I envy because of the heart I'm gluttonous because of the heart I covet because of the heart I'm prideful because of the heart I'm slothful because of the heart I rage because of the heart Because of the heart I lust for everything about you












