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Aiy_Sama
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Name: Aiy
Birthday: 10/1/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Anime, cosplay, manga, hentai, games, DDR, etc...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
9/12/2003
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| I'll do it
but only because
of her
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| If only I were a poet, then I would write poems of how my life has
ended or will be ending and that there is no longer any HOPE in the
world for me. There are ANSWERS, but am I willing to find them? I don't
know. I do know that I just want to get past today and tomorrow, then
the day after tomorrow and so forth. My LIFE, it has it moments, but it
doesn't have it's moments. I want moments. MEMORIES that I can really
enjoy, suffering to this shit of a life now isn't what I want. I want
more freedom from myself. I want to be able to SPEAK out.
Down this lonely street
I see the figure of a man
He's standing there as I look at him
As the moment lingers on, two bright lights shine in the background
The sound of a greyhound is heard
I try to open my mouth,
but nothing comes out
A second later, the man is hit
I run to his side
As I reach him I am shocked to see
The image of me on the ground
Breathing my last breath
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| Naijou tsukunai [PIANO] dakedo, kiete kureru kana
tatta [SURIIKOODO] demo, tsutawaru kana.
Itsumo, itsumo kimi ni zutto ienakatta koto ga arunda
demo kotoba ni zunno shitate kusodashi, tereru kara anbu ni shita yo
Tatoe kono nodo ga [ZUTAZUTA] ni bukkowaretemo, Polyp dekichattemo
isshougai, kimi no tame, [ANTA] no tame, Shout shiteyou
tte, ima kimeta. Kimechatta
I'm not good at piano but, would you still listen to me?
Even though I'm playing the three cord, would it still get through to you?
I always, always, had something I wanted to tell you.
But I'm bad at putting them into words, and it's embarassing,
so I put it into notes.
Even if my throat gets torn into pieces, even if I get a polyp.
I will go on shouting for you, for you, for all my life.
...That's what I have decided just now. Yup, I have decided. | | |
| "Fragrance"
- Gackt
"yukisaki sae mo mitsukerarenakute
kaze ni kiesou na kioku o
hosoi ito de yukkuri to hikiyoseru
I can't even figure out where I'm headed
Fading memory is slowly drawn
Towards the wind by a slender thread
zawameku kokoro no koe ni mimi o sumashi
"ittai nanno tame ni
umaretekita no ka..."
sou, toikaketa
I listen closely to the voice of my troubled heart
"What in the world
was I born to do..."
Yes, it's asking
tsuki wa kawarazu boku o mitsume
ima wa mada kotaete wa kurenai
The moon is always gazing at me
Even now, the answer has yet to come
kikasete okure yo
sono koe o...
misete okure yo
sono yume o...
samenu nemuri ni ochite mo
obieru koto wa nai kara
Please let me hear
The voice...
Please show me
The dream...
Because even if I fall into unending sleep
There's nothing to be afraid of
oshiete okure yo
shinjitsu o...
tsugete okure yo
sono tsumi o...
akai namida ni nureteiru
kakusareta kono sugata o...
Please teach me
The truth...
Please tell me
The crime...
As my hidden self is
Wet with red tears...
tada itoshisa dake ga ookiku naru
kako no namae sae
omoidasenai mama na no ni
mou dou ni mo dekinakute
Only affection is becoming greater
I can't remember anything
Not even the name of the past
I can't do anything anymore
tsuki wa kawarazu shizuka na mama de
ame o furasetsuzuketa...
The moon is always, quietly,
Letting the rain keep falling..." | | |
| Dir en grey
cimredopyh egnirys +--- an injection "Hypodermic Injection"
On the day of the black moon, as my pupils dilate.
The black cat hung yesterday, only the eyes still glint sharply
On the day of the red moon, the cat watches me,
its pupils dilate.
The meat and the rotten mass,
"I've got 4 screws loose in my head"
Isn't that romantic ?
Please god save me, I wanna put an end to it
put an end to my life right away, and hang my pitiful body.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho night when wings develop.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho moonlit night and the romanticist.
On the moonless night,
I started to speak to the wall with my lower half...
even past eighteen I still have wet dreams
speaking of which you're a porno mag.
You're surely with me, putting the white powder on the spoon,
cook it over the fire, it bubbles up and melts,
then melts into this pitiful body.
My head spins, the room spins, here it comes.
Please god save me, I wanna put an end to it,
put an end to my life right way, and hang my pitiful body.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho night when wings develop.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho moonlit night and the romanticist.
RaP: a clean right hand is your hand, gradually getting uglier.
From the marrow of your bones GOD
the phantasmagoric right brain tells
natural genius, developed genius, grave sin
"That" I know, "That" I have, "That" I shoot up. BAD.
The white bed I wait in, an injection,
you, who is only my right hand,
entwining fingers, interlocking fingers with "that kind of me"
bound in the chastity belt, so very pretty and thin,
little by little by little I got sick of you.
So I hung you.
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