豆花的家

Looking at the world from the dark, silent coner...

Blinking and glowing with the eyes of a cat, my vision is blurry, but I'm feeling those emotions running through my vein.

Playing over and over again, the song "Gloomy sunday", my eyes focusing on my prey.
I am crushing the crusty lyers of my enemy, I am seeing blood running down my nails, in rich, dark, red streams.

Light reflexing in the crystal of my eyes, I am seeing, me, the prey of myself, like mary-go-round, going around, and around...