Disclaimer: Comic Sans does NOT own The hotness of Ruki, his red suit, or anything else related to the GazettE (obviously...but one day....yesssss.....)
COCKROACH
Mixing sacraments, eminently infecting the charts, the camera moves mad and thunder breaches bearings. Discouragement lets up, the quadrants dissolve into one, and a new allusion to filth in beauty presents itself center stage. Pounding, pounding, he hopes to beat it out and crawl through, but will his imbued balance let him? For only one as tenacious as himself could command his servile instruments to writhe in an orgasmic symphony. In a single breath, he lures cowards into a feast of rich auditory and optical displays, idolized devotion runs latent. Lust, greed, and temptation, sleepless narcoleptics shadow what light there is to be shed beyond the key hole. Beckoning calls and persuasive intercourse shape his waxen smile. Sound manifests distortion and an inner immortal's alacrity gnaws a path between carnage and salvation. Action implies itself against his will as melodic heresy sours his vocal chords in a climactic disunion of his only seductive irrevocable lament. His body falls limp; eyes still open to their widest breadth where a world still lives on, luminescent with his omnipotent shell. The only falsity he allowed to penetrate his poignant beat still shuffles on through coils and grey oppression. Art dissolves, the glitter fades and the true meaning of serenity is unearthed. The cockroach is crushed as the players take their leave. Man down.
Author's Note: Yay, my first fanfic!!! This piece is dedicated to Ruki, the lead vocalist of my favorite band, the GazettE ^.^, I hoped I captured the essence of the COCKROACH PV into it! Originally, this was vocabulary homework/practice for my SATs, but I decided to write this after I was done with the real homework. Shit, I'm such an overachieving little student, no? ;) PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! I'll seriously love you forever!