Blood Stain Child

Disparage face!
--Not ride high!--
I can"t mold (my) life
I can"t dive
no throwaway gush on (my) melted road
Everyday...everyday...
I stay in my room
like a parasite in a womb
time is going.. i feel unmanned paradise
like a paradise on the world
a nettle in ten kohls fades down by my fall
like a parasite in a womb
am i lost? in my voice
when the night falls