As a child I learned of LIFE
And on DEATH.
As I grew I was taught various things:
Science, Math, LANGUAGE.
The day was spent "learning"
The night was spent "studying"
The stress built.
I dreamed of release.
More and more I forgot my place.
Lost in the colors and sounds of human life.
Oh, I tried to get away.
There's little chance of escape.
Numbness spread
To my eyes, so I stopped looking.
To my limbs, so I stopped moving.
To my mind, so I stopped thinking.
Sometimes I fear it has reached my heart.
For my chest feels tight.
My breath comes in gasps.
I'm cold...I think.
Am I in some hellish nightmare?
I feel, but don't feel.
I see, but don't see.
Is my dream reality and my reality a dream.
If so, then at this very moment
I'm crouched in shadow, preparing to spring.
Not trying to capture a man.
But stalking a plump young buck.
I can hardly tell the difference anymore.
Am holding another, dancing,
Or have I caught my prey and broken its neck?
I don't know.
Is the liquid dribbling down my chin
Blood from my meal?
Is from kissing a stranger?
I want more.
As great satisfaction steals over me,
It's from one of two things.
I have a full stomach from my kill, or...
An a** full of....well never mind.
What I do know: the horrible NUMB feeling
It is long gone, so whichever dream is real,
I've learned two new lessons;
Those of passion and patience.
And so there is nothing left but to choose who I will be.
My choice follows the path of a predator.
Watashi... Okami Akairo.
I'll be, always, the Red Wolf.
And on DEATH.
As I grew I was taught various things:
Science, Math, LANGUAGE.
The day was spent "learning"
The night was spent "studying"
The stress built.
I dreamed of release.
More and more I forgot my place.
Lost in the colors and sounds of human life.
Oh, I tried to get away.
There's little chance of escape.
Numbness spread
To my eyes, so I stopped looking.
To my limbs, so I stopped moving.
To my mind, so I stopped thinking.
Sometimes I fear it has reached my heart.
For my chest feels tight.
My breath comes in gasps.
I'm cold...I think.
Am I in some hellish nightmare?
I feel, but don't feel.
I see, but don't see.
Is my dream reality and my reality a dream.
If so, then at this very moment
I'm crouched in shadow, preparing to spring.
Not trying to capture a man.
But stalking a plump young buck.
I can hardly tell the difference anymore.
Am holding another, dancing,
Or have I caught my prey and broken its neck?
I don't know.
Is the liquid dribbling down my chin
Blood from my meal?
Is from kissing a stranger?
I want more.
As great satisfaction steals over me,
It's from one of two things.
I have a full stomach from my kill, or...
An a** full of....well never mind.
What I do know: the horrible NUMB feeling
It is long gone, so whichever dream is real,
I've learned two new lessons;
Those of passion and patience.
And so there is nothing left but to choose who I will be.
My choice follows the path of a predator.
Watashi... Okami Akairo.
I'll be, always, the Red Wolf.
