Words of a Masochist
This poem is dedicated to Kolie san, cause' I got this idea of the poem from his/her story. I guess this is how Rori, Shuichi and Ryuichi felt when they self abuse in the story. It really hurts me to write something like that but it turns out to be good.
By: Yuki Ayamezuki
From my bleeding wound,
My pain was seen.
The mask of calmness
Buried the pain in me.
It's all a lie.
My words and expression are.
The blood bubbled and flow,
Hiding my frail victory.
With a ripped body of mine;
Scars and wound all over
Burns me in hell as a sinner.
My sins,
Lies, secrets, closed off to God.
The Angels wiped for me.
The Imps roared at me.
My mask of bubbly me
Cracked at the sight of the battered wounds.
Lost.
Lost in the sins of my life,
Chosen to be a masochist.
This poem is dedicated to Kolie san, cause' I got this idea of the poem from his/her story. I guess this is how Rori, Shuichi and Ryuichi felt when they self abuse in the story. It really hurts me to write something like that but it turns out to be good.