ito semete
koFisiki toki Fa
mubatama no
yoru no koromo wo
kaFesite zo kiru


So intensely
Do I feel love now that
In the lily-seed dark
Night, my robe
I'll turn inside out, and put it on.

I sneak out of my bedroom window
Was tired of playing Nintendo

As I walked in the Park the moon was shining bright
I hope I don't get caught because curfew is up tonight

All of a sudden a beautiful, handsome man appears out of nowhere
He was young, tall, and smelled like dead air

We walked along together for hours
just talking about encounters

I was memorized by him
He could have been talking about anything
I was his victim

He leaned into kiss me but actually he bit my neck
I was so sick for a week

He let me along to his lair
I never made it home again for I was his mare

Centuries passed we never grew older, but our skin was like mesh
I loved him but I was tired of the bloodshed

I lifted the lid of my casket he was still in his I creep
Along the wall and tore the foil off the windows so the sun could seep skin deep

He slowly lift his lid I run and pull him close
As the sun touches are skin we both die together like burnt toast

a little boy killed himself today
i did now know him
Or go to school with him
he was only a freshman in high school,
no more than 15 years old
a little boy killed himself today.

a little boy killed himself today
because he felt like he was all alone in this great big world
because he thought he was a burden
because he hit rock bottom
because he felt he had nowhere to go
a little boy killed himself today.

a little boy killed himself today
he will never walk across that stage in his cap and gown
he will never get the promotion
he will never see his bride walk down the aisle
or his child take their first steps
a little boy killed himself today.

a little boy killed himself today
because he thought things would never get better.

but they do get better.
maybe not today, or tomorrow
maybe not even next week.
but they do get better.

this little boy that i tell you about
was overwhelmed with darkness
he felt like he was drowning
and he probably felt like his cries were going unheard.

i know this because I was once this boy.
but something inside me kept telling me
that it gets better
so i held out
and
things
got
better.
they got better for me
and i promise you that things will get better for you too.

"suicide does not end the chances of life getting worse, suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better"

the transcendence of life
has a sweet taste of ultra light beams
and the happiness that comes after strife.

to know that life and flesh
does not bring pain or tears
is the feeling of life after death.

the effects of karma
are no longer a factor on the soul
this is what it feels like to lay in nirvana.


- t.m