Hitokiri

In Memories “KO・TO・WA・RI”

In the mellow sheets of the shredded sunset

Lies the warrior standing on his sheathed sword

There he is, eyes wide shut

Listening to her singing

Of that blade which protects him from previous raping

There he stands, supporting himself on the invisible aggression

That shattered blade he wields unknowingly on his defense

Even after sworn against it

That broken mirror that does not exist

It's all he has left to be

Before him, the crowds walk

Ignoring this old young shadow

He recognizes some faces

Remembering his unexisting life

Sorrow and regret bloom within his urge

He grabs the handle, ready to attack the peace...

Does he refrain?

Two tears are shed, only he remains...

André Cunha