What to do
I don't know
All I do is toil
And soil my existence
I have no assistance

I'm on my own
Nothing is known
My future isn't sewn
I'm simply
Confused.

Outside my door
There's a magazine

I can't step outside my door
There's a magazine

I can't sleep
There's a magazine

I can't eat
There's a magazine

I can't breathe
There's a magazine

What happens when I open my door?
Will the magazine **** me?
Will it tear our my eyes?
Eat my flesh?
Drink my blood?

What will it do?
Well
I'm not willing to find out.

I can't live.
There's a magazine.

I saw her
Walking along the busy Tokyo streets
A girl
With emerald green eyes
That shined with such luster
You could tell
She was different

Her brown hair
Swaying in the wind
Like ribbons on a windy day
Those fine tendrils
Drawing me in
To see
What lies beneath that precious fiber?

Her friends
All beautiful and expressive
But their eyes were dull
And their words seemed
Predetermined

They weren't real
She was
She understood
There was more than just her world
She knew
Another world existed
My world

But we can never be together
Separated by a barrier of immeasurable width
Of numerous possibilities
Of infinite choices

She sacrificed herself
To save her friends
And all the people who lived in her world
She made everyone happy
But we can't talk anymore
And my heart aches every day because of it

Nobody can understand our love
The love of people from two different worlds
And although she is now gone
She will forever be in my heart
My mind
My soul

And because of that
She's a part of my world.