Miedo

There are some ghosts you can't get rid of. 
The ones that haunt your head.
Their faces belong to the corpses
of former fears,
former pain.
They do not only scare you,
they scare the good things
as well as anyone who approaches
and glances the shadows following your steps.

Those ghosts won't go away;
you can lit a candle,
you can pray.
No conjuring can cure such a desease
a desease that defines yourself.

For the ghosts might wield a foreign face
an already forgotten name,
a voice your mind erased
... but their very essence 
has long ago melted within your pelt.

And if you ever get rid of them
... you can't, for God's sake tell,
which part, if any, of you would be left.



















"永遠を知れば どんな暗闇も 
痛みも いつか消えて"

"eien wo shireba donna kurayami mo

itami mo itsuka kiete"