Ripped Poetry

The young child, born in a glass box, always lived without being able to stretch out her crippled limbs...
She grew up soon and watched the grim world with attentive eyes, felt the rain and the sun on her skin... perceived the sound of the sea, but never saw it, because her world was the box made of glass…

One day at midsummer, when the red poppy was in full bloom and the vast meadow bloodily shone, a man walked along the track and alighted on the grass.
He carried a harmonica and while a lukewarm breeze rustled in the deciduous trees, she watched his lips slowly enclosing the instrument... creating a sound that made her shudder under a spell...
It was more truthful than the rustling of the leaves, meeker than the roaring of the sea... more splendid than the singing of the birds...
Then he lowered the instrument and a blissful smile lapped around his features.
He got up again and the harmonica disappeared in the pocket of his jeans...

Appalled, the girl understood he wanted to leave.
She leaped to her feet, accidentally bumping her head on the ceiling.
She cat-called him, shouted with all her might, scraped her hands on the walls of the box, but he did not hear her and decreased in the setting sun, following the inevitable farewell...

She swore to herself to meet him again…
She scratched at the wall, cohered the falling shavings with her tears and created a glass harmonica sounding more beautiul than any other instrument in the world.
Many years passed until it was finished and she was already old when she played it for the first time.
That night, it seemed the wind stopped blowing, the earth quaked and the clouds withdrew from the moon... But the man she was longing for did not return from the music...
The morning after, she had died; the pale sound of music still lingerling in the box drowned out by the drenching rain... forever remaining unnoticed...

In the afternoon, a young girl came along the way, cheerfully playing on her harmonica.
But then she tripped on something…It was the last splinter of the broken glass box…
She pulled off the shoe to drew out the splinter, carelessly discarded it to the wayside and continued her way through the sunny fields…

crucify
and raise me
to the podium

drown me
in a rush of endorphin
the violent red
the passionate red
this is my world beyond limits

anything matters
within a morbid adoration

fair and beautiful
shiver amid scalding tears
my slinky panther

quashed god-complex
be submissive to me
until your soul is all dashed to pieces.

I want to sense
the ash of your cigarette
stubbed out on my skin

Burn all pictures and memories
because my heart hurts

When the fog descends
be real

When it descends for the last time
please be real...

I halucinated
hearing your voice today
a painful feeling

Accepting
the place
where you usually
subsided into your seat to fall asleep
is vacant

I scream my mind to the heavens
but the falling reddish leaves
remain silent

No sign of life
fallen in battle
I have nothing
but that worn-out jacket
with your name written on
to cry for
my ★deadstar★

Try to match with me

I'll crunch you



a nice FUCK IN THE ASS

'Who is no.1 ?!'



you don't have nuts

snuff it, cunt.

You like fried chicken
boiled bovine udders
it splashes nicely
the milk
with acid taste
not my prefered kind of liquor

Nasty, dirty meat
ready for bulk consumption
stupidity sold as public ideal
You better skin a cow
wear the stinky dead flesh
and be adored

The dark horse
riding alone
eats ivory instead
white bones of the slaughtered stallions

Licking their rough blank silkiness
he remembers with pure hatered

COMMIT A MASSACRE!

EXTERMINATION NOW.

in the mud
that climbs up your own feet
when all fuckin', disgusting carrion drowns.


鶏肉揚げ　
茹で牛乳房　
好きだろう?
酸っぱいミルクは見事に飛び散る
好みじゃないリキュール　

淫らに穢れた肉
貪り食らう支度完了　
愚かさが目指すべき理想だと？
臭い牛皮を身に纏い
憧れの対象になってはどう？

黒い空馬は象牙を食らう
屠殺された雄馬の白い骨

それらを悲しく舐め回すと
憎しみと共に思い出す

虐殺を起せ　
今こそ根絶

足に這い上がってくる泥の中
忌々しい腐肉が溺れる時

The earth is cold and marked
Its craving observer
unable to distinguish 'right' or 'wrong'
never tasted fortune
accepting
Freedom won't come

A women next to me
she holds her bottle of beer and stares with reddened eyes
watches trees passing by
knowing
Freedom won't come

How sad is the world
like a painting... smeared
heavy, oily crimson
like neonlights in the streets of prostitution
for the reborn asphyxiated jew
Broken Freedom

I'll hang myself in the cord of hope today
suppressing
because the only 'Freedom' that really comes

is final Freedom.

A streched out hand
grips emptiness
A fair that has already fallen asleep
while I'm lonely driving home
following the silent sounds of music

rejecting the rough grotesque caroussel
I dream of you
your sleeping body is probably touched by sunshine now
A whisper
'Ohayou' to the starry sky
because here, it is night

Do you know the angst of waking up from a dream
before it's dreamt
Did you fear tragic sudden death
before someone ever cryied for your sad heart?

What makes us who we are?
Ambassadors
gives us pain and hate and love
Excentric passion

Human beings leading simple lives will be sent to heaven
but you and me will be going to hell
where we can burn
happily suffering

Reaching paradise.

For you, who 'were'

For you, who 'is'

for who you are

for what you'll be.

Cold october night
I swim into the waves of sweet goodbye
When will I see your face again?
In autumn
I miss you

I found a soulmate
Where is he now,
Can I talk to him?
With every scream
I feel with you

In october
The wind blew me a new friend
He sits there
I can see him through my heavy tears
right in front of me
with a teasing smile and his ripped jeans


Am I able to reach you?
That streaming voice
Flowing like water
For a bursting heart
Outburst

Silent waves
Sing for me
Keep me going, keep me…
I can’t forget that melody
When will I see you again?
I will always
always love you...


寒い十\u26376 月の夜には
甘美なさようならの波を泳いでゆく
今度君の顔が見れるのはいつなんだろう
寂しさ募る秋の日々

SOULMATEを見つけた
今どこにいるんだろう
声をかけられるんだろう
君の叫びは僕の叫び

十\u26376 月の風が新しい友達を届けてくれた
その笑顔　ボロボロのジーンズが今
涙に滲んだ目の前に

君の元へ届くのかな
水のように流れている声が
揺れるこの胸の中へ
OUTBURST

優しい波の歌が
頑張る力に
忘れられない　その調べ
ずっと　ずっと
今度いつ逢えるんだろう
君をずっと　ずっと
愛している　愛している
愛・・・している

I get bored of your ‘grandness’
Annoyed of people losing temper
You’re not Jesus
You’re a crazed mind cutting his ear off

Tired of the never ending fight against insignificance
I won’t do anything but be myself
standing above there
Spitting on my dead body.


偉そうなお前なんかもううんざり
すぐにキレるやつにも
ＪＥＳＵＳなんかじゃない
自分の耳を切るこの気違いめ　


果てしない無意味さとの闘いに疲れて
やっぱり僕でいればいいと
この上から自分の屍に唾を

You stupid people offend me no end
Your fuckin’ ignorance
don’t expect me to be polite anymore

How can you DARE
questioning
How can you DARE
saying I’m faking
How can you fuckin’ brats
just DARE to say
It’s for the money

It's all about egoism
concluding what YOU think
might be what the other thinks
So TOTALLY FUCKIN' WRONG

"Why listening?"
"Why giving a damn?"
Why spreading rumors when you don’t have a clue!

I’m not being nice to you
You should all rot in hell
It’s your fault
a psychosis grows
You ARE the psychosis

motherfuckers.

Hey you, watch out
What you see happens to be the biggest tragedy of your lives

A beautiful rose
With hurting thorns
withered in front of your eyes

Crying
Begging you to understand
Screaming for the sake of screaming

The wide opened eyes which told only truth
Are closed in fear
Confidence is long gone
The rose lost its thorns

You blame it
Say it’s the rose’s fault
covering your guilt
though It’s you who took the last drops of water
Took the last rest of strength from the young green leaves

Time faded, grew old
Soon, no one will look at it anymore
They will only look back at the past
When it grew passionately and full of hope

No one will ever understand
That it’s still able to be loved
For the case that it’s still a flower

I see the last leaves becoming dry
But I swear to god

I won’t let you die until I have seen into your deep brown eyes on my own

I'm sorry
for being nothing special
nothing that remains
not any different from those who fucked your heart recklessly

Sorry...
for tumbling in the eye of beauty
walking along the thin line of human beings
the way of broken ideals

Forgive...
the roughness of the lost night
excessive moonlight reflected in the mirrors...

Still… I can't be justified
born with sin because I'm human
being locked up in a form

Please…
Release me from the covering
Then I would sway
following the movements of the little red tag in the wind…

Life gets out of hands
Unable to change
I feel strawberries
Growing in my head
Going insane
slowly

life is about wasting time
unable to make sence
anything productive will fade with certain death
it would not even make sense if living belonged to eternity

I am a wasted existence
Bleeding
Wishing there was something worth an effort
But total equality
Makes me numb
I just don’t care
I just never cared about anything at all

I’m lifeless before I even died

その体で誘ってこい

この体が欲しいなら
見せてあげよう

単なる性処理の対象
お前の目から見て
薄っぺらなやつめ

内面が見えないだろう
無知とはどういうものかって
オナニーすればわかる

愚かなお前らを見ると勃つ

欲しいのはこれか
気に入ってくれるかな
嫌なことも好きなことも
何でもやってあげる
もう戸惑ったか
さらに面白くなるから

そう僕が消えても誰も構\u12431 わない
魂のない性的な感染
一つだけの体では誰も満足しない
数え切れないほどあるから

生きる意味なんてない
じゃ顔に出させてくれ
当たり！これで終わりだ
この尻軽

Provocate me with your body

You want my body?
Ha ha I’ll show you

I’m just a piece of flesh
That’s what I am to you
Superficial assholes

You don’t see what’s inside
Wanna taste how ignorance feels like?
It’s part of the masturbation

I get hard when I see you stupid people

That’s what you want?!
Ha ha let’s see if you like this
I’ll do whatever you don’t like
I’ll do whatever you like
Are you already confused?
It’s getting even better

I know no one needs me
I’m a sexual infection
I have no soul
No one needs a body
There are thousands of bodies

I have no meaning at all
Now let me come into your faces
Strike! I'm done with you bitches.

How come...
that all I have
in the end
is you

many people surround me
but we have nothing in common
they don't mind about me
I don't mind about them

all I can do is
hold on to my ideals
they are all I have
the only truth remaining

I sway in dreams
projecting it on the surreal
when all I have
in the end
is you

that one person

sadly quietly
you have first priority
how could this happen...
the world is cold.
the world is lonely.

L - Lust
O - Obscenity
V - Vanity
E - Excess