 May
29 2000: 
Listening to L'Arc~en~Ciel's music at night... X_x yesterday night. Here's
a poem which describes it.
- bakemono -
Outside the barred window,
in the midst of the
unreachable day... ...
A crow's claws scrape
cruelly against the frail glass
......Why are my eyes only
seeing red?
The fluttering blizzard
drives my body in pain
A distant memory of your elegant
fingers
Wringing my rotting wings
Pain embraces a world of blood
mingling with tears
until, there is no sense of
daylight...
My broken wings stir in a memory,
as if they once knew the meaning
of flight
Closing my eyes in an attempt
to sleep
just so I'd dream I fly
The reality that has turned
into an impossible dream...
The fluttering blizzard
buries my thoughts deeply in
And yet, forgetting is just
a wish
which clasps the day close
I claw against the chains,
my broken wings pretend they're
alive... ...
Those lovely fingers
entwine around my neck
They tighten.
My breaths flutter
Like an awakening butterfly...
Bit by bit,
my pieces break free
they search for an eternal
reverie
Bit by bit,
my pieces cry in their sleep
and slowly melt into the coming
dawn.......
by matsumoto hidoko
...Not only Dune, but even True
too. ^^;;
come to think of it, I agree
that Hyde's lyrics have become from imagery to reality in evolving. And
somehow, I started to understand why he likes Manson, but that's another
thing.
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Bakemono