Red, black, scrounging color.
Hands turn to face what the face can't feel
And this tearing through the back half makes it all the more real.
A monster.
Wolf in sheep's clothing or a sheep they see as a wolf.
Does it burn more to know,
or sense judgement on the second half of a story that will be repeated.
Over and over but it's only part of a time and only half finished.
Eyes unmatching, numbers counting.
Half in, half out.
Parallel to the way you want to shout but neither side calls back
Leaving you stuck in the middle.
Drowning.
Flesh has never tasted better and moments have never hurt more.
And this part is passing through the unopened door.
Kaneki or Haise?
Is their any truth behind a broken people's lies, said?
And will the currents ever stop fighting?
Take over.
Leave all the thanks to Rize because the blood red flowers bloom only once in a lifetime
and it burns enough to make a a new thing reborn
Born again into something broken.
Swollen heart left open.
Walk through the blood, don't mind the entrails.
We're ignoring too much but who cares.
In the end both sides will get their share.
