What are the dreams of this deeply hollow heart? Where does the hope of this mind lie? What is truth? What is reality? The screams of colored shadows fall deafly upon the ears of a gentle bird....
On the wings of a massive beast, reapers ride in their chariots of the night. The stars hold no meaning in the whirlpool of the damned.
All blends into one massive mixture. Once understanding fades, you enter the realm of faerie. Unreason, the age of mixtures. Will we find our answers once again...
Silver light of moon, reflected in the eyes of a goddess...a ghost....
Lovers sucks the souls from each others bodies...each never knowing the true form of the ones they trust....hearts crumbling to dust....none are cared for....
The bed of Morpheus is a cold one...silver moon light is his skin and his eyes are fathomless black holes....brother to death....the king of dreams......
Throwing his mighty cloak about our heads...all lose their feelings.....they sink into a realm where nothing is understood....save golden cranes....
Beautiful song echoes...the song of vampires...making blood run through the veins of the dead and gone....the blood of hell holds many powers....
Restless...no peace....ghosts run their icy trails through the dew damp grasses off the night...across the fields of the dead....they fly....with grudges in their hearts...all spirits have one destination....
The whirlpool of the damned....
An alien world of mischief and wonders dost thou desire....the true meaning of love is lost in the hollow hearts of those spirits....who trapse through the fields of the dead....never to find their peace they are caught in the current....
That inescapable current...where dreams and fathoms float by....half understood desires grace their hearts that lost their warmth and ability to beat....
Lost forever they are....their blood fell into the current long ago....
A goddess of silver swords...clothed in pale white, lips of gentle pink, with fine smooth skin, and black tone lined eyes...hair of lightest brown....with gold bands about her arms...
Raising her hands in silence with an expression of one who does not know speech....perhaps she has come from a realm beyond speech....
Raising her arms with the direction of her hands...her eyes tell the current to keep going....flowing and blowing on and on forever.....
Forever sucking all souls...keeping them flowing but lost....
Running in circles they are...always hollow and never understood by the living...who are the living?....
Was anyone ever really alive at all.....
Tags: Zetsubou Billy
