Scream II.III - 涙

tears

Yesterday, I saw tears flooding down my face.

—

Not mine.
hers.
Nobody’s.
Maria’s.

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I never knew why they came. They simply appeared. Never disappeared.

Laissez-moi, laissez-moi, éloignez-vous…
Forgive me, spare me, leave me,
Repousse-toi, retire-toi, écarte-toi,
Disappear.

—

forget me.

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There are always the ones closest to me
that make water leak from my eyes.

I picture their hands turning inside my stomach,
even a finger touch hurting me.

しかし、私は不死身だ。

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In-between the clothes, rags—

Mère, mais ça a été un accident.

Your words passing angrily, 雷雨.

Apprends à mieux faire !!

Her face, twisted into testimony.

Not mine to carry.
Only mine to be hit.

—

Salaryman father.
Barely home. Only Sundays.

Absence, présence — neither decides me.
Truth does not settle between us, only problems.
You move, and I cannot follow you all the way.

I used to cry silver tears from my eyes,
until I stopped crawling—

holding a fragment of my own mind,
a gift from the tear-ocean.

—

I met somebody.
I fell deep inside the spell—

I D E A L I Z E.

Caressing, then suddenly switched into

D I S T A N C E.

When we sleep, it feels like hypnosis.
You come close — kiss, carry me, hold me —
then spend the rest of the night in the corner,
dans les abîmes.

When you are not near,
my mind starts drawing scenes that do not exist there.

Your voice sometimes breaks itself.

Sometimes it doesn’t.
That scares me more.

Should love be this ferocious with you?

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Tears never stopped falling.
They accumulated.

While I was bleeding out ferocious words,
I realized

how

fragile

syntax

truly

is.

Tears from everywhere—
all four corners of the world.
世界各地。

Wet pages of emptiness.

Around me, a puddle forming.

I split my back against exhaustion.

.

And yet maybe only inside this pain…

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Sunday.
the rest remains below the surface.
voice fragments included.
enter at half-initiation.