Gentle patters on the rooftops,
Falling from above.
Rain, the only depressing hope,
Left for me in this hell.
Demons walk within these halls,
Kings and peasants alike.
Darkness on the outside,
Is nothing compared to that within.
Bought by lust,
One like all, that means nothing.
The cherry blossums,
Fallen and dead long ago.
Leaves the bare hide of the trees exposed.
I feel a tree in a flesh orchard.
A demon knocks upon my door,
Glowing eyes in darksness stand alone.
Hours pass as tortures come.
They take away my voice.
Pain of mind and body, one.
Tears flow like the falling rain.
When all that could be done, has,
The demon smiles,
He says to me:
"Don't worry, I shall return..."
My sanity snaps like a brittle twig,
Stepped on by despair.
The perfumes choke me,
My eyes water.
My peace comes at last.
"Stupid wretch, wake I say!"
"Stand up, you have a guest."
My despair sets in again...
I forgot, there is no escape from hell.