Beautiful Sins And A Mess
Sin of lust, wantonness
Brought forth by solitude of the darkness that lay
Hidden from dark, prying eyes during the day
Suppressed passion, unveiled, brought forth in a new light
The curtains sway as the moon howls in the dead of the night
Faint whispers exchanged, growing to a crescendo
Limbs moving fervently, heightening to a tornado
The urge subdued, a growing feeling to confess
Lying in bed, placated, a tangled frustrated mess
Sin of pride, wickedness
Morning wakes up, the day started out the same
The routine continues, playing their little game
The world is a stage, an act that keeps one sane
The characters brought out the laughter and pain
We are our own person, a being with the same mind
Separated by two bodies, two people of a different kind
None shall know who we really are, who I am and who he is
None shall know, other than that girl amiss
Sin of gluttony, depravity
Nothing but shambles, from a night of intemperance
Indulging in shameful pleasures in our own little dance
Staring into his eyes, eyes that bore into my soul
A mirror looks back, his flames swallowing me whole
We are one, our bodies connecting with each other
His voice, calling out to me, my name and not another
This façade I have set, this dream, my illusion
As I faded from reality, to appease my delusions
Sin of envy, vice
Everything is falling apart; fake smiles were freely given away
His laugh was addicting, if it was only directed my way
The pain lingers, from the tips of my fingertips, it spreads
Arms around me, all was a lie and I'm holding on to a thread
It was all an act, his eyes glassy, unfocused and dazed
The mirror was cracking, clearing up the haze
She waved at his direction, and he smiled back on a whim
But his smile was bitter, as her attention wasn't directed at him
Sin of greed, longing
Days and nights passed by, as the struggle continues on
The mirror slowly breaking, the threads are all gone
His pain was also mine to take, I too was affected
I can't take it anymore, our feelings unrequited
My feelings are fleeting, my love, in every way, forbidden
My carriage is turning into a pumpkin, about to be ridden
As I fell into the dark abyss, the pumpkin dwindling away
After days of isolation, he finally held me close as I decayed
He was crying in front of me as I breathed my last breath
*"Adieu, frère, mon amour…", embracing my dark death
Sin of wrath, corruption
**" Frère, je suis désolé , ne pas mourir …", he whimpered fruitlessly
A shattering truth, sinful as the body in his arms
A face identical to his own, closed off to the world
His brother, his lover, to befall in the clutches of harm
How disgraceful, disgusting, revolting
His own flesh and blood, gone in the wind
His fated, his destined, all because of him
How unsightly, his greed blinded him, quarantined
Crying into the abyss, distressed and raging
How obtuse, silently seething
Sin of sloth, broken
Fate tore us apart, beautiful and timeless as it is
A fleeting moment, the remnants of a kiss
Again and again, nothing can ever fix this mess
Generations we were given, and we became obsessed
Times we tried, and we always fell apart
Should we continue playing with our hearts?
We can't quit, we're life's favorite toys
Destiny wouldn't let us flee
Such a cruel world…
We always knew we were never meant to be…
AN: Welp, there goes my first entry. My poem is hugely based on my current obsession, Ouran High School Host Club, or more specifically, the Hitachiin Twins, Hitachiin Hikaru and Hitachiin Kaoru (featuring Fujioka Haruhi if it's not that obvious as it is...). I also based the poem on an old Japanese myth that says that if two star-crossed lovers commit dual suicide, they get reincarnated as twins. So what I'm actually implying in this story, is that they have already witnessed and experienced life a couple of times, in different eras and generations. They will always be reincarnated as twins. They never have prior memories of their past lives, however they can only regain it once their other half dies, which will always result to the other one wallowing in sorrow and guilt, therefore ridding himself of his own life. In most of their lives, one will fall in love with the other, yet the latter will remain oblivious to such affections. The twist in the poem is that both of them are boys, BROTHERS to be exact, and that society looks down upon degrading acts such as incest or homosexual relationships, therefore making it difficult for them to be together as husband and husband(?).
Well, I hoped you enjoyed it! It was my first time indulging myself in my somewhat dark fantasies! I'm surprised myself that I actually finished something, considering the amount of ideas and unfinished stories I have in my laptop... Yeah... Huh, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm gonna use this for my English assignment, I wouldn't even dare posting this!
Leave a review if you would like, and I'll let you borrow my Usa-chan plushie! [I also have Usa-chan cookies! Want some? *munches on a strawberry flavored one*] Comments and flames are highly appreciated!
Translations: (French)
*Farewell, brother, my love...
**Brother, I 'm sorry, don't die…