Interlude of desire

I break open the gate in my chest

I withdraw a blade of sword from my rotten heart

I chop the beautiful face of the moon

I swing the sword without hasitation to the falling stars

Swearings sprang from the cavity of my mouth

Spitting on the broken song of the night

Silvery mist’s frozen

Blending with the horde of the soldiers of wind

Instead, my soul’s dying

Slap by emptiness

            Silence

: everything’s vain

Oughtn’t I face myself