I don’t know that I have this level of patience when all I want to do is to rampage and paint the canvas with red, black, and blue. Tearing the paper off; letting the sound sings loudly in the chamber.

You can train a demon,  bind him with a spell,  all obedient and a loyal servant,  but he’s still a demon until the day he dies.

A Japanese tale said: 

An ayakashi only can love once in their lifetime. When they fall in love, they’ll commit to that person until they go into the hiding. 

Fucking with the crowds  Losing all the rhythms  You start at one hundred then bring home a big zero  Feed it, feed it, feed it  All your little pig-o  Feed it, feed it, feed it  Your fragile little ego

Your freaky song  Dodgy pinkish vibe  Look at the camera  Act, act, act Saying, “Bitch I’m a karma”  But we know you the drama  Can’t live without histeria  Wreck, wreck, wreck

Owning the cards  King, Queen, Joker shit  Ain’t prove it to nobody  Cuz we love to see the slaughter party

‘Did thee hear the wind? It wounded severely and howled in sorrow,  was caged like a beast, yet a legend,  an unknown warrior, raising through the night glow,  since himself remained as a shadow;

Find me in the north of the sea,  around the sunflower who dances,  witness its petals sing for thy fantasia,  withering youth, and decaying kindness,  as if it’ll comfort thy madness;

‘And that is the seventh’ quoth she, ‘I wish you’ll stay with me,  to grow your hair longer and whiter,  to paint our dream with crimson mettlesome’,  soft voice, tender touch, and dazzling eyes like midsummer, she treads on my gloom delight and breathe a sweet wildflower; 

LO, among the gentle darkness above,  some swear they see a hideous monster,  some catch his shadow, some blinded by his illusive,  and yet she can’t hasteth from the shining danger,  like a strong flower who knows no wither;

Ye raise glasses to his glorious triumphant,  but why does he hide his visage from the world?  Moon and Sun say ‘He woes for the fallen savant’,  then he folds hands, such violence was savage for a godchild,  lest another soul should be sacrificed;

With thee I discover freedom,  by day, by night, and by every breath,  alluring fragrance hath remove my gloom,  and dost me great to unravel the plight,  O, coffee my dear sabbath; 

Which I haste to consume after bed,  then before death.

Now the season had come,  thou sent me the parchment of love,  letting blooming daisy kisses me lovesome,  upon the dried goatskin your soap fragrance was seductive,  and made the beast in me to misbehave;

Characters Kyokutei Shinku Shinhwa

Artist Tengumaruu

OCs Kyokutei Shinku  Ivy Wei Rouge 

She makes a war through the melody,  bimbambum decays their soul and burns the lair,  the new age says ‘It’s my hierarchy’,  devouring sappy history, spitting at her ancestor,  so she is the Almighty composer;

The burning fire retired from his room,  and gave the young lad cause to light a candle,  against freezing wall he hummed,  how Heavens threw fate that he couldn’t handle,  that wound him, figuring the unavoidable;

Must dispersed his dream, his love, and his life,  till Heavens gifted him a jackknife.

Waiting for you at the foyer,  O my sleaze lover. Let’s talking shop while we drinking in my  scruffy room; our little mecca. 

I’ll be your minted boy:  paying what you need,  fulfilling what you desire, and  bring you the triumph;  I can handle anything.  This body made of steel,  but will be broken with one touch of  your diamond necklace.

My king woe silently in his chamber,  which his Queen breathed her last breath,  the bed weep watching her fell to forever slumber,  and the children wailed at the cold truth,  here laid the lofty mother without warmth;