the taste of iron and inkThis is the room with the ransom note wallpaper. The grungy urban cage you once considered home. Clean, white, immaculate. This is the room where your closest friends were born, where your closest ancestors returned just to have a chat. The cement floors underfoot are no different than the walls, tattered, dirty, and flaking around the edges, simply a continuation of the wall's word jumble story. Wall, ceiling, wall, floor. Ceiling, floor, wall, wall. Wall, floor, wall, ceiling. Over and over a dizzying flurry of words in etched in black type set. Better wear shoes, the floors are impressionable, with one wrong step your foot migthe taste of iron and ink
Tears ShedThis is the room with the priest and the coffin Separated by a frail pulpit. I sit awkwardly Trying to ignore that I know no one Aside from my mother beside me. The deceased, a relative of some friend of hers, Yet I mourn painfully As if I'd known them for a lifetime.Tears Shed
This is the room where relatives speak slowly One by one Trying to control themselves. They'll crack a joke, perhaps,
Maybe say some reiteration of 'celebrate his life, Not his death.' But it all ends the same. I feel the agony of their closest ones dying As if it were my own.
| Meh, I decided I may as well have a picture up here. Anyway, just call me Yuki <3 I'm new to deviantart as of right now, and am slow to put just about any kind of art. But maybe I'll eventually start putting up stuff regularly. Maybe. |
Dammit, Janet.
b0x0rz-less
<3
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And stuff.
But welcome to dA notheless. ;D
My poor profile. It's innocence is lost forever D:
I need to post something....
Perhaps I'll just post some epic photos from one of my trips xD
And ooh, yes, please do! xD
whatcha gonna do bout it?
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Let's do our best!! (to the max!)
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