{Semipoem} Utility
When did it begin?
When did I become warped,
Cuddled, coddled, comforted,
Within the warmth of your
Hypocrisy, your lies.
Try this exchange, you smile.
Yet even I was unknown
Of this inclination within myself.
How could this intense pain ever be
Transmuted to wanton pleasure?
Your mind is closed to me,
Deep, dark, unfathomable,
Whispering quiet seduction.
(Or is it myself who is wary
Of being overwhelmed by you?)
My thoughts overflow the
Cup of my mind. I lose.
(Yet, you'd probably ask,
How is this bad?)
Tears blurring my vision,
Of the broken blue sky,
My resolution remains constant--
Please, "Use me."
{C: 1737h, 260407}
Damn, second time writing this out because Firefox crashed and erased my first attempt..-cries- In any case, this one is based off of Lawrence's translation of lyrics posted by Kai on a forum..."It had started being warped from sometime? It is protected in hypocrisy and lie? Something you lose in the degree which exchanges pain doing the inclination which is not known You closing mind, the る? Or me closing, the る? If the thinking which it turns over on you you lose, it does not go out to being good about you ask overflowing, about it is broken seeking sky, you who would like to go out from the 此 place the heart which is thought even then as for me being utilized, the く"
I thought it just had too many emo ideas for me to pass off converting it to a slightly more coherent form. ;) The last line is courtesy of Misa. I'd just finished watching the second Death Note movie..