Sometimes it's wise to just be lame and let the heart be the boss!
It’s all just a ruse,
isn’t it?
Remember the day
you found yourself
satisfied, wondering
not once that if you had
all that you ever wanted,
what was the point in living on?
What was your excuse then
to stay lost
in the labyrinth of life
that has devoured
it’s fair share of lives?
Why shouldn’t I choose
to end at happiness
when the happy ending,
at the mercy of the future,
may never be realised.
Ah sweet future,
a gimmick of the Gods,
a ray of light at the end of
a neverending tunnel.
So what if you were born
To be unborn,
So what if you are healed
Only to be broken again,
So what if my heart
Belongs to you,
So what it it wanders off again.
You can call it back
With all you have,
You can try to cage it up.
So what if you gave it
All that you had,
It’s bound to fly off again.
– Yuki
In that beautiful assortment of moments
I lost the I in me
In the confluence of your pain
The echoes of our last laughter,
In the wet specks of dirt
Shining through the hidden moonlight.
Chaos gave birth to peace,
Tranquility like never before.
Tonight the soul of Eirene
Whispered a tale to the winds.
-Yuki
A creature of habit,
I sat down to write
A tale of heartbreak today.
A sad song on a merry day.
How sad the song did go
How easy settled it in place,
But how was I to feel the pain
And who was I to relate?
When blessed me someone
With a boy who loves, a love
That reaches his eyes.
He shattered my dreams
Of aging lonely,
He made me dream what people dream
When lightning strikes Striatum,
I know, I know, how ruthless I sound
But the call of identity sucks hard.
Yet now I know how extraordinary
Can an ordinary gesture be,
The thriver of darkness now knows
The meaning of her sunshine.
-Yuki
Die..
And I may cry for you.
Stay..
And I may make you want to.
Cry..
And I may offer my lap.
But for long..
How can I love you?
How can I love your neediness
How can I love your scars
How can I love the way you sleep
When all I am to you,
Is an illustrated piece of skin.
A lonely walk through a rainy sky
The wet inside, the cold outside
The beauty of the clouds fogged
All that’s left is a mass of white.
So why is the soul seraphic
Why is my heart so calm
All surrounds me that’s grey
All surrounds me that’s ice.
The fog so thick
Once made some sense
A lover in pain
A pained in love.
I saw your face in them
I saw my fate in them
Yet today I see them for who they are
And believe me, it’s better that way.
Lucy was smart.
Ignorant and ranting at times,
An opiniated woman she was.
Yet furry eyes, discoloured skin
Kept her from love but got her
All the attention not wanted.
Her hands and legs
Bled once a month,
Her toenails were rotten
Lips rugged and bad.
But at midnight daily
She turned beautiful,
An angel, a lordess I conveniently
Chose not to share.
.
.
The day when the weakest Lucy inside metamorphoses into the strongest Lucy you know you can be,
That day shall know you the prettiest of all,
That day shall know you the winner of your own legacy.
– Yuki
It’s dark and rainy
Sweet smell, the earth calls
A street light
An old passerby
It’s like the heaven’s taken
Upon self to shush my soul.
And yet there’s a ringing
As piercing as a scream
As horrifying as a nightmare,
A constant cacophony
Of died souls that live on
A constant cry
Of a living soul dead long ago.
It’s all beauty, hell beauty’s an understatement
Clear bright eyes under a known Phoebos
Opened to a world of lonely purity,
Ah, it’s like loneliness’ making love to the unknown.
Yes, to find such tranquillity, I left home
But I found another and I will again
Where shall I hold you then, how shall we go on
I really don’t know, and hence my love here we end.
Take me from my deepest abomination
Drop me where I unerringly belong
Save me where I shall linger forever
And there my schatz, shall I dwell.
The lame being 
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