supercoolicecream76
5 a.m. and I hold my breath like the quiet is sinking into the air
Biting my nails on the emergency stairs Which will tomorrow be?
The day has come
The night that will never end The rain that will never stop
They exist in this good-for-nothing world
Isn't it a little strange? I doze off and can't stay standing
It's not like I'm blaming you
Playing alone in a daydream,
Will you even be embarrassed of what you imagine there?
supercoolicecream76
You want to keep believing in the things you've seen with those two eyes... but as you cower in the dark,
Your horrible predictions are morphing into the truth: so CRY ON, CRY ON!
Real survivors, with undying effort, stab each other in the back -
Those who survive are the winners, and "fairness" is but an illusion!
While the Secret Hunter, creeping your way, tells of worldly affairs;
He sharpens his claws on the emergency exit - which way is tomorrow? THE DAY HAS COME!
supercoolicecream76
Those you can't seem to understand... those who pretend to understand you...
Both exist in this terrible world.
This place is certainly not Hell, but I expect it's not Heaven either;
It exists as a perforation in the very middle.
As the cards divine what tomorrow will bring... you're likely aware their meaning carried off by the wind.
This maze is tangled, so tangled - are you really still planning to go?
The sound of a bell, played by a tiny adventurer, signals a new beginning!
Even your destination: DON'T KNOW DON'T KNOW - are you sure you aren't scared?
But each step you take will change you: THE DAY HAS COME!