This Poetic Virus.
In the cruel shadow of an ink spitting sword, A present absence is revealed in a word,
Where Words Find Their Wings
In the cruel shadow of an ink spitting sword, A present absence is revealed in a word,
I'm lying profoundly in the shadow, With my life concealed deep in it,
Is this how i cry for help After all the love and pleasantries we shared,
Down the road under the Mugumo Where pines whisper lullabies to the raging river,
I drink red and breathe black On this battlefield there is no chance for trial and error
It only started with a friend request, Then mutual friendship,
I want someone to care for and love Someone with whom we can travel the world
The smell of happiness hit my sense, I got myself walking towards it,
I can't account for anything, For he knows me better,
She is a recreation of the forbidden fruit Her love is both sacred and unholy
If you believe, That dreams come true,
The weight in her heart equaled the wait in her heart For she had longed for so long