just a ( beautiful ) tragedy // collection of thoughts

[yuketsu]

ix.

lets all just burn,



and never wake up tomorrow

[yuketsu]

x.

19tn.

[yuketsu]

xi.

december 3rd, 2016 , 5:07 pm
2零16eleven零3 ( 2016.11.03 )

[yuketsu]

xii.



「ＶＯＮ ： ＦアＬＬＩＮＧ
.....( t r ! g g e r ) ──────────

秋季、ＩＮＧ天」

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........................december 8th 2016, 5:13 pm
VON // FALLING - TRIGGER ( FALL・ING・ SKY )
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day i.
i ask, what do you want to do from your birth to your
death ( to your death ) ?
because you smile just like an angel
distorted in the heat ( of summer ), we fall through
the cracks of the burning buildings
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if he had sought for perfection, this was the closest he
had come to it. behind him, wax and feathers his wings
spread out ( was it an angel ? )

freedom is surely dangerous as well (fly!) but this was
just a result of perfection right? ( or was it just
foolish ideals ? )

if this perfection meant the end of his struggles and
hardships, it was surely what he wanted. ( was it? )
--
[ and so ] , he pulled the trigger and fell flew.
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day x.
in the end, i ' ll pull the trigger
after that winter will come, and snow will cover
everything
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..........................xxx—errrrr ! the call has ended.

theme - zankyou no terror ; song lyrics from ' trigger ' by yuuki ozaki

[yuketsu]

xiii.

shrill blinding sights, piercing foreign sounds, a fusion of disparate scents blended into a cocktail of curiosity.
fleeting attempts embrace a thousand senses in one single second. bustling around in the shadows of buildings
as high as mountains, an almost eerily overwhelming sense of contentment is omnipresent – but something
doesn’t appear to be right

stranded on a lonely island in the midst of a chaotic metropolis, disconnected – a feeling of drowning in an ocean
of overstimulus and importunities of disproportionately inflated personalities, without ever even being registered
or taken notice of.

what’s left is nothing more than the ghost of a young soul, wandering about and curiously studying the
surrounding, forever looking for answers that would otherwise seem trivial.

kidkanevil

[yuketsu]

xiv.



xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxblack snow falls



xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxin death you hold me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnever free












xxxxxxxi beg you to save me from this madness that eats me

xxxxxxxxxxxxxa sub-intentional death

4.48 psychosis

[yuketsu]

xv.

rose petals and clouds are drifting
xxxxxyou blew a mist of air toward me,

[yuketsu]

xvi.

RE:&vogel im käfig

[yuketsu]

xvii.

in the slanting beams that streamed through the open doorway the dust danced and was golden.
the heavy scent of roses seemed to brood over everything.

[yuketsu]

xviii.

don't you remember ? how we slowly lost ourselves amidst our emotions and confusion,