got for gimmick... devise



well, let's sleep    let's see the dream   blood . earth . lie . sky 

vomit inside the body   body . god . box . beast 

glorious moon    isn't it pretty   smell . neck . trap . black 

That person is inside a wall...



scarlet sweet    a memory sketched as a spiral    returns to the earth

deeper still    laughing like you're tame    in this inflamed evening



1999, November 5th    6:30pm and 27 seconds

B-type, I, a perfectionist    from A-type, you, an insomniac

you teach only a little of the lie

I, claustrophobic, am so happy that

I gave you a present of a chastity belt (it suits you very well)

I with flawless principles, in this inflamed evening

while my arteries pulse

into your veins    inject the halcyon

take out all the blood that there is

in this simple room

only one    I decorated it by hanging

while looking at that    my feelings run wild, at my moistness    you're staring in shock

while showing    3 minutes of paradise    a good feeling

hysteria    TYPE-A



scarlet sweet    a memory sketched as a spiral    returns to the earth

deeper still    laughing like you're tame    in this inflamed evening



if time passes    anyhow

this child will be born    and will become you

deeper still    show me your best, as this child is tamed



scarlet sweet

gouged freak



got for gimmick... devise