Akira Yamaoka

In here is a tragedy,
Art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
All go on only toward death.
The first word at thy left hand,
A false lunacy a madly dancing man
Hearing unhearable words, drawn to a beloved's grave.
And there, mayhap, true madness at last.
As did this one playing death find true death at last
Killing a nameless lover,
She peirced a heart rent by sorrow.
Douth lie invite truth?