L's poem..
Sitting closer to the door, hanging by a seam.
Flying birds in the sky; you are all I need! Sitting closer to the door, hanging by a thread.
Needle point up and down, living on the edge.
Blood is red but my body is out; she is eating at my flesh.
Wake up in a dark room further from the door;
My mind is gone..
And my love..
Is dead.
- Ryūzaki Ryuga Hideki
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Voices of the Unheard
PoetryVoices of the Unheard is simply about the untold stories humanity has hidden between its pages. - Mello Sakia & Ryuzaki Ryuga Hideki (aka "L")
