niors begging
coppelia's casket
the flowing tears have already dreid up
solitude starved for blood
death dances, smelling of angel down
in a town where the black sun never sets
everyone works silently with an air of deception
i cannot meet you
i cannot meet you here
god, our savior
coppelia's casket
people are dolls tired of dancing
the lamb on the altar
where is the mechanical draem headed?
coppelia's casket
o light on the altar
where is the dream with the broken spring headed?
nior's ending
the soft touch
finnaly made me realize how cold my cheek was
like waking up in the mornig
and noticing the bird chirping for the first time
suddenly
i dont know anything yet
what my heart is seeking
i dont know
i was always looking up at the sky
like this, since who knows when
i would send my thouhgts to right below that cloud
Bonus!
niors legend(?)
nior...its like the name of an ancient fate. two maidens who govern death. the peace of the newly born, their black hands protect.
