Garden of Skeletons

A drowned bird chirps
Mumbling about happiness and hope, secretly hiding contradictions
Blood-stained wrists
Reverse flowing stagnant water and closed eyelids
All mixed up

Why do I crave life in the midst of death?
Why does life vanish before reaching fingertips?
Buried under the roar of resentment, disappearing
The reason for existence and endless wailing
This place of annihilation is a garden of skeletons

The world we deserve

The truth we discarded decays
The smell lightly spreading over the rotten corpse in the garden we built
Easily said, the two rivers of good and evil are tangled
Disdainfully falling asleep
For your peaceful day
Despair blooms

Pain unrelated to me between the open skin of the left arm
The flowing blood and tears of the left arm are pain only I feel
Pain unrelated to me between the open skin of the left arm
The flowing blood and tears of the left arm are pain only I feel

Why do I crave life in the midst of death?
Why does life vanish before reaching fingertips?
Buried under the roar of resentment, disappearing
The reason for existence and endless wailing
This place of annihilation is a garden of skeletons

Your despair endlessly repeats
You are powerless, don't try anymore
It's over now
So just die
There's no hope for us
Just die
Your existence holds no value
So just die

Pain unrelated to me between the open skin of the left arm
The flowing blood and tears of the left arm are pain only I feel