Kurotsuki
One body, many minds
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Kurotsuki
One body, many minds
The Road to Solitude
So many times I’ve reached a dead end
or ended up at the bottom of a cul-de-sac,
but every time you were there to take my hand
and show me a new road around the bend.
I stood on a street corner and looked both ways.
Either direction seemed to lead into nothingness.
At the intersection of love and hate,
a car flies by me, again a near miss.
The street signs blur and grow warped,
not that I could read them in the first place.
Where am I now? In the middle of a road
with no streetlights on to light my way.
A car approaches from behind with their high beams on,
and a kind stranger leans out of the window.
They ask me if I’ve gotten lost
somewhere along this endless, empty road.
I answer “yes” to the wind, a faint sigh
echoing throughout this desolate land,
but the car and driver vanished before my eyes,
taking the warmth of the headlights with them.
Still, I keep walking, determined not to disappear.
This road is a place of isolation, after all.
Only those weary travellers with nothing to fear
are unfortunate enough for this fate to befall.
Do I truly have nothing to fear
in the face of Death, if he were to approach me?
How long have I been stranded here,
blindly following this road laid out before me?
Something appears in the distance, a beacon of hope.
A street sign, - leaning, but still intact -
beckons to me, and to it I run,
hoping and praying to find my way back.
The words are barely legible, the sign worse for the wear.
I try to focus and decipher it.
This fork in the road of what fate you shall bear
is the crossroads between Hell and Heaven.
The gates to Heaven are locked up tight,
but the gates to Hell still stand wide open.
I walk past the two, off into the night.
I travel the path less taken.
So many times I’ve reached a dead end
or ended up at the bottom of a cul-de-sac,
but every time you were there to take my hand
and show me a new road around the bend.
I stood on a street corner and looked both ways.
Either direction seemed to lead into nothingness.
At the intersection of love and hate,
a car flies by me, again a near miss.
The street signs blur and grow warped,
not that I could read them in the first place.
Where am I now? In the middle of a road
with no streetlights on to light my way.
A car approaches from behind with their high beams on,
and a kind stranger leans out of the window.
They ask me if I’ve gotten lost
somewhere along this endless, empty road.
I answer “yes” to the wind, a faint sigh
echoing throughout this desolate land,
but the car and driver vanished before my eyes,
taking the warmth of the headlights with them.
Still, I keep walking, determined not to disappear.
This road is a place of isolation, after all.
Only those weary travellers with nothing to fear
are unfortunate enough for this fate to befall.
Do I truly have nothing to fear
in the face of Death, if he were to approach me?
How long have I been stranded here,
blindly following this road laid out before me?
Something appears in the distance, a beacon of hope.
A street sign, - leaning, but still intact -
beckons to me, and to it I run,
hoping and praying to find my way back.
The words are barely legible, the sign worse for the wear.
I try to focus and decipher it.
This fork in the road of what fate you shall bear
is the crossroads between Hell and Heaven.
The gates to Heaven are locked up tight,
but the gates to Hell still stand wide open.
I walk past the two, off into the night.
I travel the path less taken.
Kurotsuki
One body, many minds
Atypical War
Somewhere over the horizon,
I witnessed the spectacle of a nuclear explosion.
A once-perfect world-turned-wasteland,
ravaged by war of epic proportions.
Modern life’s reflection in a river of tears
lit by a full moon overhead,
memories I once held so dear
scattered violently like grenade fragments.
Stars were shining like distant flares,
a call for help lost in the ether.
Telecommunications went down,
and soon the rest of the world went under.
I could still hear the chime of a text notification,
ringing in my ears like a gunshot.
Of course, just an auditory hallucination.
The satellites exploded, wasn’t that our fault?
Preparing for another night with no sleep,
I watched the blood-stained sunset.
If only regret didn’t cut so deep,
I might not have sustained any injuries yet.
Somewhere inside my pounding heart,
I felt a tidal wave of emotion.
A once-bright person turned dark,
ravaged by war inside their head.
Somewhere over the horizon,
I witnessed the spectacle of a nuclear explosion.
A once-perfect world-turned-wasteland,
ravaged by war of epic proportions.
Modern life’s reflection in a river of tears
lit by a full moon overhead,
memories I once held so dear
scattered violently like grenade fragments.
Stars were shining like distant flares,
a call for help lost in the ether.
Telecommunications went down,
and soon the rest of the world went under.
I could still hear the chime of a text notification,
ringing in my ears like a gunshot.
Of course, just an auditory hallucination.
The satellites exploded, wasn’t that our fault?
Preparing for another night with no sleep,
I watched the blood-stained sunset.
If only regret didn’t cut so deep,
I might not have sustained any injuries yet.
Somewhere inside my pounding heart,
I felt a tidal wave of emotion.
A once-bright person turned dark,
ravaged by war inside their head.
Kurotsuki
One body, many minds
Weather Empathy
Clouds cover the sky and block out the sun,
making the world below dark and cold.
But it's a welcome darkness,
a long-awaited break from the glowing light
of my newfound smile and bright attitude.
I am who you perceive me to be,
though I must say,
most people see me as crazy,
or dark, or gloomy, or morally grey.
I am no one and everyone,
nowhere and everywhere,
nameless, but still you call out to me by name
like the thunder chasing after lightning.
There's me,
Like the sun, I am hidden within this violent storm.
My light still reaches you, for it must
because the darkness is not complete.
Only at night will it be.
Even so, I'm the moon, borrowing light
from my other side, the sunshine
to illuminate the clouds of silver
behind a lightning flash of gold.
then there's what you see.
The rain falls, mixing with the tears
of a broken girl in an upside-down world
who's finally turned it around, at long last!
for in this inverse world, her frown too turns upside down.
And the rain floats upward,
the lightning jutting up into the sky
until the world flips over again,
and the gravity of it all
crashes down unto her in a tidal wave
of tears and raindrops.
She struggles to keep afloat in this flood
of emotions and feelings she's ignored far too long.
Above her in the sky, the lightning dances
to the song of thunder cheering it on.
The rain keeps falling,
drip, drip, drop.
She dries her eyes,
the water dries up,
the rain stops,
but the clouds don't part.
"For it's a welcome darkness,
a long-awaited break from the glowing light
of my newfound smile and bright attitude.
Without sadness, I would not know joy,
so I'm happy for every part of my life."
Clouds cover the sky and block out the sun,
making the world below dark and cold.
But it's a welcome darkness,
a long-awaited break from the glowing light
of my newfound smile and bright attitude.
I am who you perceive me to be,
though I must say,
most people see me as crazy,
or dark, or gloomy, or morally grey.
I am no one and everyone,
nowhere and everywhere,
nameless, but still you call out to me by name
like the thunder chasing after lightning.
There's me,
Like the sun, I am hidden within this violent storm.
My light still reaches you, for it must
because the darkness is not complete.
Only at night will it be.
Even so, I'm the moon, borrowing light
from my other side, the sunshine
to illuminate the clouds of silver
behind a lightning flash of gold.
then there's what you see.
The rain falls, mixing with the tears
of a broken girl in an upside-down world
who's finally turned it around, at long last!
for in this inverse world, her frown too turns upside down.
And the rain floats upward,
the lightning jutting up into the sky
until the world flips over again,
and the gravity of it all
crashes down unto her in a tidal wave
of tears and raindrops.
She struggles to keep afloat in this flood
of emotions and feelings she's ignored far too long.
Above her in the sky, the lightning dances
to the song of thunder cheering it on.
The rain keeps falling,
drip, drip, drop.
She dries her eyes,
the water dries up,
the rain stops,
but the clouds don't part.
"For it's a welcome darkness,
a long-awaited break from the glowing light
of my newfound smile and bright attitude.
Without sadness, I would not know joy,
so I'm happy for every part of my life."
