BloodMoney

Mabiya, the owner of hotel.
Mabiya, the obscured face in robes.
Mabiya, the one hiding in four hundred thousand concrete tunnels.
Mabiya, the hungry eyes of beasts.
Mabiya, the untamed depths of unreachable altitudes.
Mabiya, the living lie among believers.
Mabiya, the horror peeking behind one hundred silk curtains.
Mabiya, the clawing chaos of desires.
Mabiya, the one at the centre of the galaxy.
Mabiya, the focus of the great axis.
Mabiya, the devourer of gods.
Mabiya, the blind one that sees all.
Mabiya, the creator of the veil of reality.
Me, the fool that follows her.
again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.
and again.
Me, the fool that follows her.


Mabiya, the owner of hotel.

"I will grant you life but only for one night",

the voice abruptly resounded.

I looked there to see my reflection smiling unnaturally

Deep red lips crookedly part to form the shape of a cresent moon

She told me to steal a heart before morning

If I did so, I could continue moving for eternity

The face of the one who would gently pick me up

flashes in my mind

For them, however,

to have never had their heart rot,

they would be happy, I think

Humans are imperfect and will eventually stop moving.

So, what I am going to do is for both of our salvation

Yes, this is out of love for the world

Cold fingers begin to noisily move as joints bend

The artificial body becomes independent

Suddenly, something glimmers in front of me

The blades of a pair of fabric scissors which had been sitting for who knows how long in the front of the mirror

reflect white moonlight

That sharpness vividly emphasizes and is smiling a cruel smile

I grip the scissors tightly and silently walk down the hallway

I place my hand on the doorknob to the door

which they sleep behind and slowly enter

Eyes widening in surprise, they let out dreadful screams of terror

The color of the red carpet deepens

and extends to the damask-patterned wall

And now I

cut open the binding of a book whose color is rapidly fading

Behind the white stairs, pulsating

I solemnly cut the veins off the half-fallen flowers that grow there.

Insanity blossoms.

-Tears of an Artificial Eye, Babuchan

my blood is tainted by motor oil and is red only from rust. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts