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For a long time there was silence.
The starts had their right place on the sky, the planets standing still on their routine dance.
And then there was a big explosion that ripped everything apart, every piece of that huge mass of dirty stuck together all lost on the demanding darkness.
Even now we still look for the pieces missed, for the parts we don't even know about, but that we feel that are not there.
The feeling of not integrity, the feeling of no ropes.
And we try to glue ourselves onto everything we think it's close to us, but they just separate so quickly.
And we try to lock ourselves onto everything we think it's close to us, but nothing seems to fit, and it hurts so bad to push it into the wrong place.
You try to hold something that it's not here, but you miss so much...
You don't know where your stars are, you don't know if they are somewhere, you just feel that you're a part.
A part of the world, a part of wants, a part of people.
And little by little, if we're lucky, we may find our lost pieces...
Finding ourselves.
And if the day comes where every piece is composed together again, then you could rest in piece.
You'd be complete.

But I'm not complete now.

I ask for something else, something bitter, something thick.
I ask for something I love, something exciting, something that has blood on it.
Something with veins, something with a heart, something new.
I just ask for something to touch me the way I have to touched, I'm dead now.
I just ask for something to make me alive again.
And they do.
Little by little we start developing the letters of our digital-prints.
Finding something here and there that grips on us, and we don't think about letting them go.

For so long you didn't feel anything, you thought you were dry.
You thought that all you felt was only in your mind.
You thought that you were cold, and you shivered so hard by a single breeze.
You tried kissing, gripping, taking your clothes off, taking your skin off, just to feel something you knew it was there, but you couldn't reach it.
No one could reach it.
You opened yourself, you took your soul out and hang it on the ceiling.
Would you read my soul?
No, you didn't.
No one did.
They started to tickle it, tickle your soul little by little, but never embraced it.
All those lost shivers in your spine, so completely nonsense, without a reason...
Would I be read if I was seen through, or would you just read my spine?

You're hungry.
You're thirsty.
You're mad.

You turn into a cannibal in a second, and in the other you are God.
You fear God.
And everything you just wanted was to keep this light up...

The lights of your house are down now, every wondering breath is sleeping.
You type quietly inside your broken sleep words you don't understand, but somehow you have to love.
You love someone you don't know.
Someone that is alive inside you, giggling and walking away when you try to see his face.
You think you see shadows of his face, and yet, everything is so blurred...
All those shivers seems to sleep with you.
Where are they now when you needed them most?
To remind you that you're alive...where are them?
Who are you in there...?
Who are you...?
Just please, come closer...the night is so cold...
Just remind me there is nothing to be afraid of, please...
You're in there, I can feel you...please...just...come closer...just touch me your way, just treat me your way.
Just love me your way, just be here.
Your way.
Please...

And the shadow dissipates.
But you don't know if you are to believe the face you see now, so clear, or not.
You believe in masks.
(yet)

Features: Reita x Uruha, from The GazettE
Drawing and writing by me! Pencils only~
And it's funny how this remains still my fav drawing of them lol

Description
For a long time there was silence.
The starts had their right place on the sky, the planets standing still on their routine dance.
And then there was a big explosion that ripped everything apart, every piece of that huge mass of dirty stuck together all lost on the demanding darkness.
Even now we still look for the pieces missed, for the parts we don't even know about, but that we feel that are not there.
The feeling of not integrity, the feeling of no ropes.
And we try to glue ourselves onto everything we think it's close to us, but they just separate so quickly.
And we try to lock ourselves onto everything we think it's close to us, but nothing seems to fit, and it hurts so bad to push it into the wrong place.
You try to hold something that it's not here, but you miss so much...
You don't know where your stars are, you don't know if they are somewhere, you just feel that you're a part.
A part of the world, a part of wants, a part of people.
And little by little, if we're lucky, we may find our lost pieces...
Finding ourselves.
And if the day comes where every piece is composed together again, then you could rest in piece.
You'd be complete.

But I'm not complete now.

I ask for something else, something bitter, something thick.
I ask for something I love, something exciting, something that has blood on it.
Something with veins, something with a heart, something new.
I just ask for something to touch me the way I have to touched, I'm dead now.
I just ask for something to make me alive again.
And they do.
Little by little we start developing the letters of our digital-prints.
Finding something here and there that grips on us, and we don't think about letting them go.

For so long you didn't feel anything, you thought you were dry.
You thought that all you felt was only in your mind.
You thought that you were cold, and you shivered so hard by a single breeze.
You tried kissing, gripping, taking your clothes off, taking your skin off, just to feel something you knew it was there, but you couldn't reach it.
No one could reach it.
You opened yourself, you took your soul out and hang it on the ceiling.
Would you read my soul?
No, you didn't.
No one did.
They started to tickle it, tickle your soul little by little, but never embraced it.
All those lost shivers in your spine, so completely nonsense, without a reason...
Would I be read if I was seen through, or would you just read my spine?

You're hungry.
You're thirsty.
You're mad.

You turn into a cannibal in a second, and in the other you are God.
You fear God.
And everything you just wanted was to keep this light up...

The lights of your house are down now, every wondering breath is sleeping.
You type quietly inside your broken sleep words you don't understand, but somehow you have to love.
You love someone you don't know.
Someone that is alive inside you, giggling and walking away when you try to see his face.
You think you see shadows of his face, and yet, everything is so blurred...
All those shivers seems to sleep with you.
Where are they now when you needed them most?
To remind you that you're alive...where are them?
Who are you in there...?
Who are you...?
Just please, come closer...the night is so cold...
Just remind me there is nothing to be afraid of, please...
You're in there, I can feel you...please...just...come closer...just touch me your way, just treat me your way.
Just love me your way, just be here.
Your way.
Please...

And the shadow dissipates.
But you don't know if you are to believe the face you see now, so clear, or not.
You believe in masks.
(yet)

Features: Reita x Uruha, from The GazettE
Drawing and writing by me! Pencils only~
And it's funny how this remains still my fav drawing of them lol