Thursday, October 6, 2011

Colorless

Izaya?
Celina?
Jung?
Hyuna?
Kuya?
Akira?
Not one name,
I'm not a different person,
With a different name.
Flushing?
Hokkaido?
I'm not a different person,
With a different home.
Colombian?
Canadian?
French?
I'm not a different person,
With a different face,
I'm nameless,
Faceless,
Just drifting around,
Without a real home,
I'm colorless.

These aren't lines about me,
These are just to associate,
I'm not going to tell you who I am,
Call me Izaya,
If you want to know me,
Don't just look at me,
Let me shake your hand,
Let's have a talk.

But I warn you,
The person who smiles at you,
Isn't the same,
It isn't the person that thinks in game,
I think of you as a piece on the board,
Cause those of you who knew what I went through,
Know I'm a fucking monster,
Just trying to get out,
I'll just keep smiling,
Till I find a way to hurt you,
After that I'll forget you,
But you'll remember me for the rest of your life,
Shake my hand to play the game,

If I fuck with your mind enough,
Your not a different person,
With a different name,
Not a different person,
With a different home,
Not a different person,
With a different face,
You'll be nameless,
faceless,
Just drifting around without  real home,
Welcome to the Colorless

5 comments:

  1. I think the post has good details.

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  2. Honestly, I failed to sense the theme behind the poem. I had trouble understanding the meaning of the poem. Also was the repetition of commas intentional?

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  3. The post is good, but it needs work on making sense to the reader

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