Have you ever watched the sun rise
And yet you feel so cold and empty inside?
Have you ever sat and watched the moon in the sky
Understanding her loneliness
Up amongst the distant and faraway stars?
Don't you sometimes wish to be with those you love
Even if they're all lying six feet under
Don't you sometimes wish that God would hear your prayers
Grant you lease from life
Do you hear the cries of many
Voices howling deep into the into the night
Do you see the faces of many
Blood-like tears streaming from their eyes
Can you understand hurt and pain
Differentiate between mortal reign
Can you feel their hurt and pain
Eating away slowly inside of you
~ Cries Inside by ^death^ Himura
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Pop, pull, gulp.
Another empty beer can.
Pop, pull, gulp.
Life was just like that, minus the pull and the gulp of course. It was just a pop, or like a candle dying away in the wind. It's so fragile, so delicate, so precious. It is one thing that separates us from the living, another that separates us from the unknown.
She sat at the balcony, surrounded by emty cans of Yebisu beer. Some stacked in a pyramid shape, others just rolling aimlessly about her. Her clothes were old, stained with beer. Her face, gaunt and haggard, chocolate brown eyes that once glittered with life now just dull, empty and dead.
Desolation, emtpy desperation. Forlornless, regret.
Loss...
She had lost him, just when she was beginning to understand. Just when she had realised. She had lost. Katsuragi Misato had never lost, not in her entire life. Not during the intensive military she had underwent, not during the annual company bowling match.
She never lost.
How does it feel now? To lose something so precious, so loved. Something that you can never take back with words, something that can never be revived. How was it like to have happiness within your grasp, only to have it yanked away by fate with a cruel and sadistically grinning face.
Horrible.
Lost...
And so now she sits down here, draining the very essence of her life away. Watching the sun rise, and set and rise again in an endless circle of monotony. Watching the world around her slowly fade away from reality to fantasy. Watching the people and country she'd once cared crumbled away to dust on an Angel's whim.
Loss...
Everything. Nothing that can be said will ever bring him back again.
*
Have you ever watched the sun rise
Wondering if you're the only one left on this world
Have you ever watched the moon glow in the sky
Feeling as though you're the last one left to die.
*
And yet you feel so cold and empty inside?
Have you ever sat and watched the moon in the sky
Understanding her loneliness
Up amongst the distant and faraway stars?
Don't you sometimes wish to be with those you love
Even if they're all lying six feet under
Don't you sometimes wish that God would hear your prayers
Grant you lease from life
Do you hear the cries of many
Voices howling deep into the into the night
Do you see the faces of many
Blood-like tears streaming from their eyes
Can you understand hurt and pain
Differentiate between mortal reign
Can you feel their hurt and pain
Eating away slowly inside of you
~ Cries Inside by ^death^ Himura
*
Pop, pull, gulp.
Another empty beer can.
Pop, pull, gulp.
Life was just like that, minus the pull and the gulp of course. It was just a pop, or like a candle dying away in the wind. It's so fragile, so delicate, so precious. It is one thing that separates us from the living, another that separates us from the unknown.
She sat at the balcony, surrounded by emty cans of Yebisu beer. Some stacked in a pyramid shape, others just rolling aimlessly about her. Her clothes were old, stained with beer. Her face, gaunt and haggard, chocolate brown eyes that once glittered with life now just dull, empty and dead.
Desolation, emtpy desperation. Forlornless, regret.
Loss...
She had lost him, just when she was beginning to understand. Just when she had realised. She had lost. Katsuragi Misato had never lost, not in her entire life. Not during the intensive military she had underwent, not during the annual company bowling match.
She never lost.
How does it feel now? To lose something so precious, so loved. Something that you can never take back with words, something that can never be revived. How was it like to have happiness within your grasp, only to have it yanked away by fate with a cruel and sadistically grinning face.
Horrible.
Lost...
And so now she sits down here, draining the very essence of her life away. Watching the sun rise, and set and rise again in an endless circle of monotony. Watching the world around her slowly fade away from reality to fantasy. Watching the people and country she'd once cared crumbled away to dust on an Angel's whim.
Loss...
Everything. Nothing that can be said will ever bring him back again.
*
Have you ever watched the sun rise
Wondering if you're the only one left on this world
Have you ever watched the moon glow in the sky
Feeling as though you're the last one left to die.
*