Rakuyo - No One Knows What The Dead Think

A blood black nothingness began to spin

To dream, to feel, but not be alive

Minute-to-minute

Blackbox has stopped

A copy in a body — remembering

Undying

Rewritten by consuming worm

Replayed history scrubbed from RAM

Inseparable from the construct

Embedded with just enough to kill (for)

A copy in a body remembering

The tall grass of a open field

A robin

That wants to become an egg

To shed neither, blood nor tears

A doll’s futile doubtlessness

The abhorrent blood stained

The blade an umbilical

Let this curse cling to you

Like a devoted mother

Do you love me?

I was created, to adore you

Corpses should be left… well alone