Youka Ninpouchou

In the blooming chaos of the night,
The poppy flowers fade away,
In the honeyed haze, a dizzying dance,
I can’t help but feel a faint joy.

The shadows fall beneath me,
As I glance back at the scorched fields,
The waves crash, whispering desires,
I can’t stop this rising thrill.

The ghostly flowers weep in the night,
With a vacant gaze, they seem to sigh,
Oh, I want to be drenched in your decay,
And in the lewdness of this wild night,
I feel like I might drown.

In the fate where petals scatter,
I twist and turn, trying to resist,
The more fiercely they bloom, the more empty they feel,
A pitiful cry escapes without sound.

The ghostly flowers weep in the night,
With a vacant gaze, they seem to sigh,
Oh, I want to be drenched in your decay,
And even now, I’m swept away by the lewd and delicate embrace.