Once

I Once found out

That I didn’t read prompts to inspire myself

But to feel remorseful for all the things I hadn’t written yet

I Once found out

That sunny landscapes didn’t take my breath away

Neither muted the strange voices up in my head

But left me stranded from joy and peace

I Once found out

That the people who I cared for were nothing but shadows

And that laying with my lover was not even a memory

His emerald eyes were a simple reflection

And his thin, pointy fingers were a two-dollars blade

I Once found out

That a stranger knew me better than a lifetime old friend

That we’d spoken out our demons ‘til they vanished away

And no longer cared about life or death

But for meeting each other in this world and in next

Yami no-Öji