Wonder of wonders, without life
A collection of words and symbols,
They were granted form and color,
By a heart wound with only crimson
In an infinite infinity, I am there somewhere
In a momentary moment though I shut my eyes
Those lost words I once believed in
Cast off beyond the darkness, fading away
Only to me, my very own soul
I am a doll, I see my ever-changing world reflected in your pupils
my despair is mirrored in those very eyes
Now, born; now, dormant
This type of world is like a cruel game with no ending
Fate is predetermined
the meetings and partings endlessly repeat
If I struggle forever
Will reality sink into darkness at that very moment?
Painful tears flow;
the moment after I realized everything was connected,
I felt a trembling trepidation for the memory
in the stream of eternity, slowly flowed yet quickly faded away
Blurred and unseen, my sadness
I am a doll
A perfect doll
My heart is my own to do with as I please
So I won't allow it
No matter what they say, I will never allow it
I don't want to ever allow it
Even though this thread that controls me is cut -
Please don't go, stay connected to me-
I am forced to live in this ever-changing world that admits no understanding
certainly, alone in this space between dream and reality
Now, born; now, perishing
This is the cradle into which the worlds young rage overflows
The end is the end, without any mercy
Though my words and feelings remain disordered,
Meanings and definitions are all overridden
To the point where the past is bound to the future
With just my thoughts and passions,
Progress and destruction will continue on forever
No matter how much I praise those fleeting days,
The smiling face I once had will be gone tomorrow
A deep, unable to be healed sadness,
A hidden, unseen pleasure
To me, this is my very own soul
