In the shadows, whispers beckon, a serpent's silent call,
Crack's cold kiss upon the soul, a swift and bitter fall.
Dreams dissolve in crystal smoke, hope fades into the night,
Chains unseen bind tight the heart, lost in its cruel bite.
Crack's cold kiss upon the soul, a swift and bitter fall.
Dreams dissolve in crystal smoke, hope fades into the night,
Chains unseen bind tight the heart, lost in its cruel bite.
Fragments of a shattered past, lie scattered on the floor,
Echoes of a whispered pain, behind a silent door.
In the cracks, the light seeps through, to heal the heart’s despair,
From brokenness, a strength is born, in pieces we repair.
Echoes of a whispered pain, behind a silent door.
In the cracks, the light seeps through, to heal the heart’s despair,
From brokenness, a strength is born, in pieces we repair.
Through veins and sinews, life’s pulse flows, a rhythm deep and true,
A network of the living heart, in shades of red and blue.
Strength resides in woven strands, a dance of flesh and bone,
In every fiber, stories carved, of battles fought alone.
A network of the living heart, in shades of red and blue.
Strength resides in woven strands, a dance of flesh and bone,
In every fiber, stories carved, of battles fought alone.
Beneath the skin, a frame of white, a silent guardian stands,
A tapestry of bone and joint, crafted by unseen hands.
The skull, a vault of dreams and thought, a fortress for the mind,
Ribcage cradles tender heart, with strength in each design.
Vertebrae, a column strong, holds us tall and true,
In each curve, a tale of grace, in every bend, a clue.
Limbs extend with purpose clear, from shoulder down to feet,
A dance of marrow, flesh, and bone, where life and structure meet.
Phalanges grip the world around, with gentle, deft embrace,
Carving paths and forging bonds, in every time and place.
Silent sentinels of our form, enduring through the years,
In their stillness, wisdom hums, through laughter and through tears.
A tapestry of bone and joint, crafted by unseen hands.
The skull, a vault of dreams and thought, a fortress for the mind,
Ribcage cradles tender heart, with strength in each design.
Vertebrae, a column strong, holds us tall and true,
In each curve, a tale of grace, in every bend, a clue.
Limbs extend with purpose clear, from shoulder down to feet,
A dance of marrow, flesh, and bone, where life and structure meet.
Phalanges grip the world around, with gentle, deft embrace,
Carving paths and forging bonds, in every time and place.
Silent sentinels of our form, enduring through the years,
In their stillness, wisdom hums, through laughter and through tears.
In ebony and ivory, a tale of contrast told,
On ivory plains and ebony nights, the melodies unfold.
Black keys stand like silent sentries, guarding secret chords,
While white keys stretch like open roads, where symphonies are stored.
Each ivory surface whispers softly, tales of timeless grace,
In every touch, a universe, in every note, a place.
Ebony keys, in shadowed depths, hold mysteries untold,
In their darkness, beauty thrives, in stories yet unfold.
Together, black and white keys dance, in harmony they blend,
Creating melodies of life, where beginnings never end.
In every stroke, a harmony, in every chord, a rhyme,
Black and white, in perfect balance, an eternal paradigm
On ivory plains and ebony nights, the melodies unfold.
Black keys stand like silent sentries, guarding secret chords,
While white keys stretch like open roads, where symphonies are stored.
Each ivory surface whispers softly, tales of timeless grace,
In every touch, a universe, in every note, a place.
Ebony keys, in shadowed depths, hold mysteries untold,
In their darkness, beauty thrives, in stories yet unfold.
Together, black and white keys dance, in harmony they blend,
Creating melodies of life, where beginnings never end.
In every stroke, a harmony, in every chord, a rhyme,
Black and white, in perfect balance, an eternal paradigm
On rugged beams, the messy cross,
Where pain and love entwine.
Where splintered wood meets crimson stains,
A symbol of divine.
In twisted thorns and nail-pierced hands,
A story of sacrifice untold.
Where mercy met with justice stern,
And grace began to unfold.
Through tear-streaked skies and anguished cries,
Redemption's price was paid.
Upon this cross, our burdens lifted,
In its shadow, sins were laid.
So let us gaze upon the cross,
Embrace its messy grace.
For in its scars, we find our hope,
And in its love, our place.
Where pain and love entwine.
Where splintered wood meets crimson stains,
A symbol of divine.
In twisted thorns and nail-pierced hands,
A story of sacrifice untold.
Where mercy met with justice stern,
And grace began to unfold.
Through tear-streaked skies and anguished cries,
Redemption's price was paid.
Upon this cross, our burdens lifted,
In its shadow, sins were laid.
So let us gaze upon the cross,
Embrace its messy grace.
For in its scars, we find our hope,
And in its love, our place.
対岸の蓮の花
In twilight's gentle, fleeting hour,
Blooms the equinox flower's power.
Petals red as autumn's flame,
A transient beauty, whispering its name.
On the edge of summer’s end,
Where night and day as equals blend,
Its blossoms rise with fiery grace,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s face.
The equinox, a time of balance,
In its heart, a quiet valance.
A moment caught 'twixt light and dark,
Where crimson flowers leave their mark.
With every petal, tales unfold,
Of whispered secrets, legends old.
In fields where shadows softly lie,
They bloom beneath the changing sky.
In twilight's gentle, fleeting hour,
Blooms the equinox flower's power.
Petals red as autumn's flame,
A transient beauty, whispering its name.
On the edge of summer’s end,
Where night and day as equals blend,
Its blossoms rise with fiery grace,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s face.
The equinox, a time of balance,
In its heart, a quiet valance.
A moment caught 'twixt light and dark,
Where crimson flowers leave their mark.
With every petal, tales unfold,
Of whispered secrets, legends old.
In fields where shadows softly lie,
They bloom beneath the changing sky.
In panes of glass, where sunlight streams,
A tapestry of sacred dreams,
The colors blend, a radiant choir,
Each beam a note in heaven’s lyre.
Here stories old and truths divine
Are painted in a holy shrine,
Where saints and angels intertwine,
Their timeless grace forever mine.
Through this stained glass, my spirit soars,
A glimpse of peace, beyond earth's shores,
In every hue, a prayer unfolds,
A sacred tale in light retold.
A tapestry of sacred dreams,
The colors blend, a radiant choir,
Each beam a note in heaven’s lyre.
Here stories old and truths divine
Are painted in a holy shrine,
Where saints and angels intertwine,
Their timeless grace forever mine.
Through this stained glass, my spirit soars,
A glimpse of peace, beyond earth's shores,
In every hue, a prayer unfolds,
A sacred tale in light retold.
心の窓
xiili
clean and honest
十字架の権利
vicious and dirty
たぷたぷ
ひとりぼっち
Winds may howl, and oceans may roar,
But the silence within shakes me more.
Each heartbeat a hollow, each breath a sigh,
In this vast emptiness, I lie.
Echoes of the Unknown
Fear speaks in echoes, voices from the past, A memory that lingers, holds you fast, It paints the future in uncertain hues, A canvas blurred by worry's endless cues.
The heart beats quicker, eyes dart to and fro, A sense of dread from places you don't know, It whispers secrets, lies, and half-truths spun, A web entangling dreams before they've begun.
In moments silent, fear can feel so loud, A thunderstorm beneath a clear sky's cloud, It traps the breath, it quickens every pace, A constant shadow in life's frantic race.
But every echo fades with passing time, And courage finds its voice, begins to climb, For fear's a part of life, yet not the whole, And bravery resides within the soul.
Fear speaks in echoes, voices from the past, A memory that lingers, holds you fast, It paints the future in uncertain hues, A canvas blurred by worry's endless cues.
The heart beats quicker, eyes dart to and fro, A sense of dread from places you don't know, It whispers secrets, lies, and half-truths spun, A web entangling dreams before they've begun.
In moments silent, fear can feel so loud, A thunderstorm beneath a clear sky's cloud, It traps the breath, it quickens every pace, A constant shadow in life's frantic race.
But every echo fades with passing time, And courage finds its voice, begins to climb, For fear's a part of life, yet not the whole, And bravery resides within the soul.
