songs of creatures

since when the ghosts become a terror in my life ?
apparently since they started to sing heavenly songs but bathed themselves with blood.

since when society becomes such suspicious, I am tired to force myself on guard all the time.
apparently since they listen to the songs sung by the ghosts.

since when i am so afraid loosing you ?
apparently since i know more people and none was as good as you.

however, no matter how loud and long the ghosts singing
my heart keep singing it songs, the chanting long for peace and humanity.


in front of the hell’s gate

because you said it.
so i keep it in mind lightly…

so i listen to it.
feels so close to the hell’s gate.
right in front of it,
i feel no fear.

it has no adequate light,
it is cool but not cold
it is unbright but no dust, no dirt
it is gloom, but i’m calm

there is no sound, no any beings what-so-over
surrounded by unfamiliarities, tranquil and static

how long should i stay here
can i be forever, could not i leave as i like ?

i create an imaginary view through the chants,
i do not remember my previous lives, so i consider those are merely a belief
i do not expect a next life, if repetitive laughters and sadness keep occuring,
so, just here, in front of the hell’s gate is just fine.