Kuroi-Aiko

alone she stands, silence encasing her soft, light voice with her mouth slighty parted open, she releases cries of desparation and then a sigh of a siren's song eyes bright like hellfire on the moon lips full, a soft tender rose resting on pure pale skin hands with grace, frail fingers moving gently with each gesture body so perfect, desired by both male and female, whether to ravish or to bear face turns sullen, a grimace as if needles pierced her delicate soul wings on her back slowly wither away white feathers turn to dust as they fall from her so slowly one wing is gone; the other turned to black tears from her eyes flowing lik

Did you see the flowers in bloom as you opened your window? Or the lights inside the houses as you stepped outside your door? I ask you: What color were those flowers, those lights, those houses? Take a step, a walk, a peek into the outside world Don't feel so shackled by the realm inside your door Or by the words of the people that surround you Don't let the minds of those around you Be the only thoughts and feelings That shape yourself Your eyes are not your own But they are the eyes that see through those around you And as those around you see right through you You can only see the words that they put in you So tell me,

Sweet stench of nothing that hangs in the air No color, no odor to detect that it is there You point and you laugh, and you mock what you see And you wonder what type of monster I could possibly be I exist, yet I don't feel, but my shell is quite tough No feeling, yet I can reason, isn't that enough? I tire, and I sleep, yet at night I do not dream Which leads me to question - is reality what it seems? You humans are so gullible; you believe everything that you hear So fragile and so weak, and even worse when it's something you fear Does being the same as you mean to have no living sight? Or to feed from other's strength, instead o