The way one ends up getting triggered by a memory of past
Of the memories full of warmth, of the moments that didn't last
Nonchalant yet terrified of my image that my shadow casts
Reminiscing about a pure soul which is now an outcast
A soul, which now dwells on things that tear it apart
A soul which is near and at the same time, far
A soul, whose wounds are deep and so are the scars
A soul, who wanted peace but is filled with wars
A soul, who craved light, yet has succumbed to dark
A soul, which now sheds water as pearls and stars
Desiring to exist alone in the night's embrace,
Haunted by whispers of joy now misplaced.
Searching for peace in fragments that remain,
Haunted by whispers of joy which are away.
She was screaming in silence, her voice unheard,
Drowning in the air where hope once stirred.
In the heart's realm, where emotions engage,
Silent war scripted on life's autumn page.
~ Fuubutsushi
In the era of fuubutsushi, "it" drowns me
What people are scared of, that loneliness calls me
In the midst of the crowd, not even an echo is heard
Despite being cared by, I, still remain hurt
Bound by bonds that secretly decay
I keep struggling, each night each day
The inner child just fades and fades
Beneath the smiles, a soul which craves
A soul, which craves the light that has gone dark
A soul, which once loved life, now, lost its spark
A soul, which weeps, a soul which is far
A soul, which isn't dead, neither lives, is at war
The ones that loathe me, the ones who provide love
Not being intentious, they still get hurt
The thought of tomorrow, when crosses by
Don't matter the questions of what, which and why
Maybe all of my truth is just a lie
I killed myself, couldn't keep me alive
The sins which I committed, the ones I didn't
They all lie on my shoulder, deep and hidden
Or maybe my sorrows are in love with me
No matter what I do, they don't let me break free
So, I'd like to sum up this tale of a soul
Which is now just bits, and once was whole
