whew lad

i dont get it but nice

When I'm corrupted, the fraction of that,
That's not needed anymore is tossed away.
Why are the new ones always,
The right ones?

So many little spheres...
And countless of them will govern me. Dreams tumble through this world,
And the world returns to the same starting point.

W-wait! It's still going!

Are you, are you, still here?
Your eyes, whom do they see?
The aurora barricades the window,
Ah, It's about to disappear...

The leaves she wished on flutter down,
And the roar of air that just blew past,
And the half-eaten melted ice cream,
Won't be here to stay...

I hear those saddened first cries,
Innocent of everything, as if soaked in the shades of dawn.
The previous memory cycles back again,
Inheriting a piece of me.

And still, and still, they pretend not to know,
As I keep grazing my cheek, over and over,
Before the cells are stripped from me,
Then, here's where it ends.

Am i, am i, still here?

Okay, that's the while thing... Sorry for the delay, i got a connection error.

*whole thing

dont really get it but it sounds deep so gj

@Inari thanks! And sorry if it's a bit confusing...

I really wish I understood this kinda stuff.

BTW did you ever do that poem based off the CatMaid Cafe?

@Akamoto_Shinji nope, i'm still working on it. I had trouble with my internet for a few days, so there was a lot of trouble. But i think it should be good now, the CafeFire poem will be realeased... Maybe tommorow.

I look forward to it, It was a fun thread.