Oh my goddess of moon,

may you shine your glorious light upon me,

bathe me in your warmth, and lovely light,

take away my wish, my love, my sorrow and my desires,

and let me sleep

sleep.

in the eternal night.

Sleep well, oh those millions of souls restless in Beijing.

Sleep well.

may you find your requiem tonight

Away.

Wind blows,
Cherry fall,
Blossom,

Tear drops,
Heart drenches,
Broken,

Sword sings,
Knife dances,
Clash;

My heart aches with the dripping sound of your foot steps,

Walking, slowly, away.

torture

Fringed, frayed, fried,
memories of you,
crumbles in the wind,

Battered, bruised, banished,
my darkened soul,
bathes in the blood,

I trembled, swayed, to that sweet nectar of your scent.

That rolling hill of black forest, tingles at my caress.

Oh my dear Caroline, won't you stop this sweet torture,

gnawing away at the deep crevice of my heart,

as I slip away.

Tell a real story.

Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.

Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.

The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.

Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,

The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.

Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.

Dark, stormy, and thundering.

The night is as young as a new born baby.

While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.

Purpose, meaning, Apathy.

Is there more to this than life?

Breathing, Eating, Shedding.

Peeling.

Change.

Tell a real story.

Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.

Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.

The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.

Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,

The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.

Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.

Dark, stormy, and thundering.

The night is as young as a new born baby.

While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.

Purpose, meaning, Apathy.

Is there more to this than life?

Breathing, Eating, Shedding.

Peeling.

Change.