under what fake names I must use?
How long I must wait until I can certain that things is under control of my expectations?
Too long – I don't remember what kind of smile I buried back behind the door I tightly hold into?
How many opportunities I must wait and lost, until I can finally be certain it was real and not just a nightmares of ethereal fate?
Then, dear angel.
This sinner of yours dawling a little bit too long in it's own grave.
Burry me with the tears of storm I put into my own world–reminds me again of the breathless suffocated cold night I must save.
Save what I must savior, dear angel?
Aren't we all tired from such hollow words and smiles?
All of that sweat you pour into your ink of tears–
That you gnawed on the red night.
Only to saw a vacant mask– an ugly vessel of destiny where fate disdain us.
The sorrow and woe is etched into our breath, slowly following our steps into our last bed–grave of rotten flowers.
We awaits thou to long, thou shalt not forbid us to be freed from the strings of fate.
Yet we must hold into the cold night where blood raising like a rain inside the veins of raining sorrow,
keen not dear sinner–We're the same under the purgatory eyes of red moonlight–For the ominous highness to gaze upon the oblivion end, In the end we're the same little starry dust with intact memories of joy.
The massacre of such vacant joy from the highness of red sorrows, it was lonely from the start.. isn't it?
The prophecy of sinner–
"For Thou who bleed the deformity of sorrow stars, Raise Thou glass– saw the foreshore of dancing stars–that was the end of our sins."
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 11:34 PM UTC
Sweet Melody of My Dream: My Last Broken Lullabies.
When the red night stares into an oblivion's end,
I cried to the red sky, but the sky will never hears,
I can only dream of my happy ending,
Wishing upon the return of the spring and you–my only hope,
For another farewell that blinds me once more.
No need for your rotten flowers, dear
You are everything to me.
✧☆: .｡.
There are always times, when—
I wish my life away to the red sky, take it.
The space of my mind is hollow like my heart.
The loneliness consumes the light of my day.
If everything is falling apart,
Would you like to be here for a moment?
another version : would you be willing to be here for me?
✧☆: .｡.
If you do,
Please embrace me.
✧☆: .｡.
I'm floating through my madness,
The broken mirror broke and shattered me,
When I take every pieces of the broken mirror,
I can only find my colorful sins, shame and tears on my face,
On today onwards, I don't think I can't walk anymore.
there was a heavy weight I always carry, maybe blue?
✧☆: .｡.
A little and sweet promises give me another reason to be alive.
justs like how a lie can be both sweet and malicious,
the truth can be both cruel and kind to anyone,
Why not we just welcome and join the red sky, dear?
✧☆: .｡.
I do realize,
The fire can't burn everything away,
The water washes away my tainted thoughts,
The wind whispers the sound of life to me.
I always grow impatient when I see you.
✧☆: .｡.
Please
Don't seek an embrace in the warmth of the red sky, dear,
It will never listen to your lies, cries, and our lonely sorrow's melody.
Oh my foolish darling,
Hide and cover your shame with the love I gave you,
There is always another hope— these flames of hope will never die.
✧☆: .｡.
As if the —
Spring will return,
When everything is falling apart.
The wind of autumn howls within my mind.
Winter spoke too soon,
As if it were the last day of my happiness.
And summer binds every tragic memory and sorrow.
✧☆: .｡.
...
On this moment,
Time feels like a memory of someone's,
The people that lies– ended up crying and scream,
The people who just watched and did nothing–regret it
When the madness drips from the red sky,
My dear, please listen to your heart,
We can't wash away this sinful world.
✧☆: .｡.
When spring blooms once more,
The wind of autumn whispers its final goodbye.
Winter leaves behind its warm embrace.
And summer...
Marks the end of everything.
✧☆: .｡.
Every life that longing for return,
Every demise
Every tears–but I know, no tears need to dry anymore,
are everything was meant for this end?
.... My head feel hurt just by watching this madness
my dear oh hear my finals wishes,
Would you like to take my blues and pain away?
another version : Would you like to take my blues and red away?
✧☆: .｡.
If really everything was meant to be like this,
Goodbye, my brightest star.
please shine upon me, my world
Perhaps, there is another world for us to be completely free without our scars and pain of this sinful world,
And leave behind the cage of sorrow of this broken world.
Close your eyes– my dear,
and wipe the brine on your broken face.
May we meet again in another world,
The one without the pain we carry, tonight.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:56 AM UTC
To forget your sins, and all that follows—
Can that be called a bliss?
To remember
Is to hold pieces of shattered memories
Inside your decaying body, again and again,
without end.
To remember
Is to live inside a prison of your own making,
Where chaos gnaws at your soul.
You cannot loosen destiny’s grip.
To forget—
It is mercy from God.
A blessing? A curse?
To forget
The roots of your corruption inside your heart.
Someday, perhaps we’ll forget our sorrows,
As white blooms in your hair too soon,
Replacing the black that never had its time—
As your corruption fades
When we reach the dusk of life.
Then maybe
We will finally rest in spring’s light,
As it gently kisses your soul...
Returning home,
While golden light blinds your eyes.
But you wake.
You realize the prison still holds you.
The hand of destiny still clutches
The twisted string of your life—
Frayed with sin and sorrow.
And you understand...
We will never go back
To our first home.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
O God—the mighty King of all,
May I embrace Your radiant grace?
I asked for YOUR salvation,
While rage, and anger, and red burned in my heart.
My soul was tainted—
Reduced to ashes in this newborn world.
Yet—
When darkness embraced me,
And I glimpsed its edge,
I felt the warmth of Your salvation.
O God, I humbly ask You
To forgive Your sinful child.
When blue shadows stained my thoughts,
And my soul drifted in vain,
I could not fathom the fate You gave.
O God, I asked You
To save me—again, and again.
When the joy of my life vanished,
And everything turned meaningless,
As I grieved and cried,
Your Light shone brightest
Upon this calm, devouring darkness—
That swallowed
Me.
As butterflies took to the sky,
And the light within my heart
Bloomed—
Then withered,
And withered again,
A will to live still burned within my veins,
Even as I held my fierce sword
Close to my chest.
O God,
May I ask once more for Your salvation?
For Your sinful child—
May I cleanse this rotting body?
O dear God,
Is it too late to return to You?
As the thread of my life nears its end,
Can I still knock upon Your door,
And embrace Your Light—
At the end of my days?
The spring wind kissed my soul,
Saying goodbye
To this cold, sinful world—
For the last time.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
The Fury of the Raging Tears of The Weak and the Last Lullaby of Fire's.
Hereby my body—
I rest with dreams.
We find solace, laments, and Sang.
O hear my last lullaby,
for you, my eternal love… and my land.
Oh fate,
how long must we endure..
the hard winds of reality?
The sun shines its darkness now,
bested by gluttony and pride.
Where shall we set our hearts, now?
Our love for this land—
beauty, glory, and misery—
still here,
though our bodies are nowhere.
Just like those people–
behind the high walls,
their hearts are nowhere.
the high walls, it's their fears and weak heart,
we wonder everyday,
will the walls...ever burn with their Sins?
O my love, listen—this is not a dream nor a nightmares that will end,
this is the fate of sinners in the beautiful cage.
Where the sun’s darkness judges our spirit of fighting,
where Devils dance with the fear of poverty,
where they feast upon our hard labor,
upon the sweat of our souls and the tears of our bones.
WHERE the Devils slay us everyday, without the fear of fate.
And we cry with solace,
who shall bear the weight of their sins,
when even the devils, trembles beneath their sins.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC