Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Turn away

Turn away,
I cannot bear to see your face,
Knowing that sometime,
Next year,
It is to be replaced,
By fuzzy grey shadows,
And darkened visages,
Of misty people,
With personalities of haze,
Turn away,
I do not,
Cannot live in the moment,
The future has always,
Been part of my nightly torment,
And to choose to leave so soon,
It does more than graze,
This already wounded heart.

~Rei Shiori

Monday, 1 April 2013

Anger

Anger comes slowly,
Simmering to the surface,
Like a furnace,
Beginning with embers,
And ending in flames,
Consuming all,
Leaving none behind.

~Rei Shiori