NOCTURNE
so, when will you notice? my cold fingers touch your hair
a faint feeling stirs in my painfully still chest
like a floating silver thread, I will hide myself for eternity
Ah... your voice, your fragrance... they will never reach me again
all of me will be yonder
my hopeless sentiments will forever be floating in the water, never to see the future
merely drifting to oblivion, washed away...
so, can you hear my voice? as you vanish into the distance, I extend my fingers
on this night, faded to blue, the sound of rain strikes my ears; I am motionless
its silver sound resounds like a call throughout the night
Ah... though I drift away from you, my gaze still lights upon you
all of me will be yonder
I cast away my body like a flower shedding its petals, and begin to row this boat of petals toward the darkness
I vanish with the shadowed moon's golden dust, and sink
I drowned and died to the lake. You are like your sadness
is greater than anything and cast skin.
My soul is not in sight of you. I drift. I am transparent.
I still love you. But I am sleeping in the bottom of the lake.
Ah... how far should I go? lost memories...
all of me will be yonder
fluttering away to the end of these waters... your body will never again feel my embrace
I seem to follow the silver ripples
Sinks deeply...
Drifts and is deep...
To deeper place...
CRUEL ARCADIA
in this withered paradise, my sinful dreams proliferate and bloom
B I Z A R R E cries of agony echo freely, here among the dead
surging and scattering on this field of carnage, becoming a nest of evil
in prideful corruption... are my dreams reality? is reality a dream?
I am destroying the limits of what I can become
voices of prayer are lost in the clamor
the fields and mountains are marred by the aftermath of destruction; leaving this mortal world in endless ruin
Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
maddening Arcadia Cruel Arcadia
maddening Arcadia ah... Cruel Arcadia
fate cannot be defied.... the messiah lies dead, and the gods of the past sneer
M Y S T E R I O U S phantasmagoric spirits seem to obey a shadowy figure
they will never break loose to the ends of the earth
Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
Cruel Arcadia maddening Arcadia
maddening Arcadia Cruel Arcadia
maddening Arcadia ah... Cruel Arcadia
Here is Cacophony. I didn't know it was in English
CACOPHONY
I'm the pronoun of the nonsense
Yes, as yes you say. Therefore it's all right.
However, when it is considerate,
a discord does'nt stop ringing.
I'm up to my *** in trouble because of you.
I'm the pronoun of the buffoonery.
Whatever you say. Even one thinks so.
However, patience is a limit
If it looks, down on it there, too.
There is no vacant seat with a discord on the head now.
Squeal scream! Shriek scream!
Freaky squeal!... Stab me up!
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Evilminded. You're telling me...but!
Who in hell do you think you are?
I'm mad, mad! Get out my face.
What the hell do you mean?
I'm telling you for the last time.
As for me, devote yourself in the days {the nonsense}.
Because things don't go according to reason.
However it does like this,
-and it's thanks to you that it can
-wander in the present as well
{the inside of the whirlpool of chaos}
Yay! I did it all in 2 posts!

I noticed you changed your avatar a little. It looks great! I have no idea why he likes that weird neck thingy. But it is cute!