In my eyes, you're a fanged monster
that appears and reappears in my dreams like a curse.
If I blind my eyes,
my heart would still feel the nails you've dug deep,
and promised to one day remove.
If my heart stops feeling,
my soul would still escape your grip.
I will never be captured--
instead, I will live on:
I will be reborn
in flower seeds
and in strands of grass;
I will be the moss that covers trees;
I will be the butterfly that lives to taste sweetness.
Whether you come now or later,
it doesn't matter because
I've already stopped living,
lost in my endless, labyrinthine dreams.