Yume Miru Kusuri: A drug that makes you dream

Hiroko Sakurai
How to live without being able to talk, express, without the drug she can't do that

And the transparency, again, the dull, the empty, the fact that you have no value.

The colorless.

Yume Miru Kusuri: A drug that makes you dream

Mizuki Kirimiya

Despair, uncertainty. They all stalk human beings.
All of this comes in a way or another from fear of the end of their existance, in other words...DEATH

But...

And after all, she was able to see tomorrow.

And what will you do tomorrow?

Yume Miru Kusuri: A drug that makes you dream

Aeka Shiraki

Feelings of selfishness.Loneliness.
Dullness, empty, void people.

The need of peace.Stability.

The anxiety of losing that loved one.DEATH.

The malice.

Le' Grand Revenge.

Yume Miru Kusuri: A drug that makes you dream

No need for words from now on.
You will see images talk to you,
however do not be fooled,
NOTHING,
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in this word,
carries any meaning or whatsoever,
THE MEANING LIES WITHIN YOU.
If not...
How could it be that all people find different meanings in the same word?

You shall argue all you want,
the truth is within you.
The following shall show you that,
since the meaning lies within,
then anything can teach you.
Because anything can show you,
yourself.

Now my head is scrambled like a puzzle,
bits and pieces,
inside out,
persona,
self,
shadow,
are they all part of one single being?
Do I have a physical body?
Is it me? this flesh I have, is it really me?
Is really hard to tell,
whenever I look at the mirror,
I don't recognize the piece of flesh as a self.
I don't even know if the mirror lies...

Its always the same,
how come I only dwell at the same thoughs,
are in some way humans,
trapped in the same thoughs,
over and over...

There's no real person to whom I adress this messages,
indeed mostly they are all adressed to me,
but other may find it useful.


And as the twilight morning comes to greet me hello,
I say goodbye.
I have the feeling not long from now, I will depart,
I really don't know, I really fear me.
What can I do, how much harm can I create with these hands of mine,
how much insanity will my mind tolerate before destroying itself in a cruel attempt to achieve peace.

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All my life,
I have searched for stability,
a false illusion that tomorrow something will be the same.
Peers, Mother, Father, Books, Televesion, Games, Wounds.
Friends, Love, and so on.
Untill I finally there wasn't any other thing to search.
Tick Tock, goes the clock.
My feelings overrun me with pain, and I found suicide as a posibility.
However, my reasoning conflicted with such choice long enough.
But now, after all logical choice have been considered.
Now my reason has failed, however, there's something,
my selfpreservation instinct, perhaps.
It kicks in, to tell me this is wrong.
I can't argue with my reason, and my feelings,
The stability I long for, is perhaps hidden somewhere,
or pehaps I just wish to end it all.

My rotten remains, lie like a pupet without a pupeteer,
hanging from the strings,
friends, fears, fears, such things are keeping me.
But nothing lasts forever,
It will be no time before my shadow takes over,
and destroys such things.

Please,

.
Please someone.

Tell me the expiration date.
All mirrors are broken.

Please, Peace.

Mute: Frustration

I'm like a caged bird,
and like a caged bird -in a sense- I'm also looking for freedom.
The sinful freedom to control the uncontrolable, DEATH-
Such act is a SIN.
I am the suicidal bird,
I live alone in my cage,
I await for my freedom,
I look forward to my death,
I will mute my singing 'till then.
-

I am the mute puppet,
never shall I dear to speak out my true feelings,
because such sin is punished by eternal solitude.
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30 seconds and you are down,
1 minute and you are dead,
how much shall I bleed,
so that I lose all will to live.
-
As soon as I know when my time will come,
I will say goodbye,
'till then keep yourself by my side.
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In the present time,
Please forget about me and move on,
Please don't forget me I want to live,
Please tell me what to with the ubearable burden my feelings are.