|raindrops on my soul
||[Mar. 2nd, 2005|06:40 am]
Once Upon a Time, We Faded Blue
Pitter patter go raindrops on my soul.
Each of them hurting, stinging a little more
Than ones before. Screeching singsong
Right before that ultimatum. A grand finale
Explosion on my soul. Japan to me grows
Fonder day by day, Maybe raindrops reminisce
Of feudal Japanese honour as crashing,
Burning, killing themselves on my soul.
A method of cheap revenge I suppose.
But maybe – there’s a feudal warlord-emperor
Of a cloud preaching and telling my raindrop
assailants that it is for the good of the country-
The sky. Under that hasty assumption
I bare my soul to you - kamikaze precipitation