Song of death presented to cahier

The forest of the satan who refuses the ordinary man.

The person says that I am a demonic possession. There is no lie in the word.

However, I cannot help would rather see ahead of that.

When only such passion made me a demonic possession

It is after it has already become too late that it noticed so.

I go down underground. Indeed, the bottom on ground is suiting to the satan.

It is in a hateful, sweet space that extends before one's eyes that seems to melt me.

The charm sees you of the bed and is frozen of me who bends one's steps to enter.

Because it is the appearance too completely isolated to this world.

To what should be compared the beauty?

Devilish?Is it divine?It is insufficient in such an expression.

Still, if you made it to the word, you were a satan, and you were a god.

The body without hands and feet since the blank is noticed.

Someone said, "The person is attracted by the Venus de milo because of there were no hands and feet".

It was actually experienced though I thought that it was thoughtless words of putting on that learnt the word.

Is the unpleasantness or it a mind that it wants to protect the weak?

I who approaches her while repeating answer of asking oneself without such a limit either.

It is different. It is not so. She is Almighty.

A thus vague relation is clarified with the person hunted with the person who hunts.

Needless to say, I who the charm and shows up in front of her to enter am the latter.

My fate has already been decided.

Nevertheless …,

It might be such why glad.

Because you bury me of the each arrogance in it.

And, to the life that has been thought to be meaningless up to now

Because the highest enjoying of becoming some you is given.

If it is eaten by you, it is a desire.

It is and wants you to eat me.

I want to become one with you … It wishes sincerely so.