Speaking of monstrous:Nothing is less than worthless,Than nothing at all.
I'm a little tired,Like sleep sapped away my soul,So back to it, then.
Family gravestones seemSo cool, even in this heatGlistening with dew. Ladle of water,Wash away these worldly sins,Make me clean again. Mountain pilgrimage,A thousand-thousand steps up,Like unending dreams. I take strange comfort,In my slumbering god-ghosts,Dreaming of this land,From their little demimondes,Nestled deep in mossy homes.
Winter clings to Time,Spring mud scattered in her wake,She melts, yet remains. Warm sun on my back,I’m filled with bitter respect,This perseverance.
I adore the rain,Flittering through cigarette smoke,Scattering my clouds,With fingers lightly dancing,Washing away pain.
Elegant bands twist,Relationships golden-hued,Bonds so intricate,The faintest marring,Results in tragic collapse,Our perfect circle,Now but ashes in the wind.
My lunar beloved,Whose shimmering silver spears,Pierce my shameless eyes,Tear out these poisonous thoughts,And grace my mind - vacuous.
Gods from Sky are cruel,They bluster and scream blindly,Shattering the world.How long must we be bound toThe cruel whims of ancient lords?
Timing is sublime,Rhythm off, growing hotter,Watching her lips smile,Hands touch, a muted laugh shared,And it all ends with a pop. I am so sleepy.A heavy heart drags me down.At least it's warm, here.
This warning was written,Upon the ruins of state,Made by poor shadows:"I am the danger of pride,The end of all cruel empires."