You haven’t changed, though time passed briskly.
You still linger in your naive thoughts of my becoming.
Clouded by the stubbornness you harbor,
Aimlessly seeking for a means to your end,
A biased answer for your satisfaction.
I would have given you the sympathy I’ve once had for you,
Indulged in the illusion you wanted.
But it would be too senseless and redundant.
We’d be another one of fools’ victims.
The message never really reached you.
It still remains in the air that surrounds your entity.
Graciously available, trying to get in, so that you might understand.
Yet, you’ve kept you’re doors closed, only letting what you want in.
I’m deeply troubled by your anguish, but you left me no other choice.
I have to cut you deep, scathing through your aura.
So that, once and for all, you could feel it.
This may be unreasonable, but in time you would see,
That wounds I’ve caused will bring scars to remind you of your own unjustness.
- Rasui Akira
written on September 25, 2005 – 2:28 AM
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