Sorry, This is a random poem that I wrote. I couldn't find a catergorie to put it under, so I added some extra lines in between the original lines to make it sound more like Tsuzuki rambling about Muraki.
Misery
I know what what it is
And I know whys its there
I can't explain it
It's a violin without strings
It's an angel with broken wings
It's the way I feel when I see you
It's what I think when I feel you
It's a church with no people
It's a cemetery filled with weeping widows
You never cease to do what you do
You never stop the blood shed
It's a mother crying for a child in a never-ending sleep
It's a closet filled with skeletons we cannot see
It's what I feel when I look at him everyday
It's what I see in his eyes
It's a man who has lost his way
It's a star that has lost its life
It's in the victims you take
It's in the crimes you commit
It's a flower that will never bloom
It's a child that will never kind his way home
I know what it is
I know why its there
Its misery