Who stands before me? Who stands right
behind me? (Is it me, or them?)
I raised a clawed hand up to the
darkness… (And the night tore apart then)
Raindrops fall as tears of blood in this
scene that repeats relentlessly
I feel them on my cheeks
The end that I still seek still seems to
prove there’s no place here for me
Take these fingers slick with blood,
stained dark red as these tears flood
Over the place we stood, before all this
sin occurred
Un this place cicadas cry, as the
raindrops start to dry
There’s no more turning back, despite
what you may try
People fade away, one-by-one each day
(Azure flames go dark)
Across the darkness, I see an ending (But
I can’t locate the start)
With the hands that reach for me in the
mirror that I view casually
I see my face again
Come on, lure anyone into this dark world
that’s only begun
Demons come to where I clap, not a truth
but still a fact
Doesn’t matter if you run, I will catch
you in the end
As Cicada cries fade out, on this trail
that’s paved with doubt
There’s no more turning back, your fate’s
around the bend
As these fingers paint the pane, only
teardrops still remain
My face reflected here shows off tear
trails stained with red
In the forest without sky, where cicadas
cry and die
There’s no more turning back from where
our path had led
Demons gather to my palms in this night
of bloody calm
No matter how you may flee, you’ll be
caught eventually
As the voices cry again, what cicadas
choose to send
Is what will be your fate. No one ever
escapes
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