Friday, April 22, 2011

Music has a way of being very truthful.

* Put your iTunes/Winamp/WMP on shuffle.
* Use the song title as the answer to the question.
* NO CHEATING

1. How does the world see me?
ASCENDEAD MASTER - Versailles

2. Will I have a happy life?
The Great Debate - Dream Theater
[Fitting.]

3. What do my friends really think of me?
Distorted thought - HIZAKI grace project
[Fitting.]

4. Do people secretly lust after me?
DISCHARGE - the GazettE
[This is Ruki's way of saying "No".]

5. How can I make myself happy?
Acrobat - U2
[Indeed, seeing U2 perform this song would make me very happy]

6. What should I do with my life?
monopolize - Kimeru
[Huh.]

7. Will I ever have children?
Nakigahara - the GazettE
[Ruki's way of saying "No".]

8. What is some good advice for me?
atmosphere - alice nine.
[Should make a lot of difference.]

9. How will I be remembered?
My Immortal - Evanescence
[Well, that would be touching, actually.]

10. What is my signature dancing song?
Brise - Malice Mizer
[Dance like you're in the Elizabethan Era!!! DANCE!!!]

11. What do I think my current theme song is?
Incoherents - Közi
[Sounds about right.]

12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Paradise Lost - Kaya
[Pretty much.]

13. What song will play at my funeral?
A Building of Iron and Pipes - from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII
[I will have an epic funeral.]

14. What type of women/men do I like?
Aesthetic Violence (Dark Master Ver.) - Versailles
[YUKIIIIII WIN]

15. What is my day going to be like?
Mysteria - E Nomine
[Who knows.]

16. Will I ever have love again?
OBSCURE - Dir en grey
[Kyo's way of saying "No".]

17. What type of sex life do I have?
Baroque - Malice Mizer
[Interesting.]

18. What song would be the title of my own porno movie?
I Can Feel - HYDE

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Broken.

My will.

I go through my day with only the most fleeting touches of emotion, and the rest is the hazy grey of clouds about to break.

I'm trying to come to accept it.




My throat.

I don't have the voice to cry anymore. When I manage tears, they run silently.

Silence loudly echoes in my ears.




My heart.

This is something I thought I had guarded against, but once again, I let the walls down.

A broken vessel can't hold much, but its fragments still ache with the pain.