"Artifical Children"

Mystery of mysteries, a lifeless body,
Symbols and hope layer upon each other endlessly,
The one that gave me form and color,
Has a twisted heart of crimson and azure.

Endlessly endless, where am I?
A momentary moment disturbs me, though I close my eyes,
Those lost words I once believed in
Now fade away and are cast off, beyond the sky.

Ah...to me...my very own...soul...

The world spins round, reflecting in the depths of my dolls eyes
My despair is mirrored in those two eyes

Now, born; now, dormant

This fleeting world is like play-acting, just a transient container

Fate is fate; it cannot be resisted
The meetings and partings, endlessly repeat
The place I've journeyed to the ends of time to find,
Is the place where reality sinks into the darkness

Painful, aching tears flow,
The moment after our bodies touched,
I felt a trembling trepidation, for the memory
In the stream of eternity, flowed and faded away

Aa...this sadness...which blurs into...something unseen...

I am a doll
A perfect doll
My heart is my own to do with as I please
So, I won't allow it
No matter what she says, I won't allow it

I don't want to ... allow it

Even though this thread that controls me is cut-
Don't go, please don't go, stay connected to me-

My dolls live in an ever-changing world that admits no understanding
Certainly, in a space between dream and reality.

Now, born; now, ending

This is the cradle into which the universe's young rage overflows

The end is the end, without forgiveness
Though my words and feelings are in disarray,
Meanings and definitions are all dismantled,
In the miracle where past is bound to future

With just my thoughts and passions,
Progress and destruction continue forever
No matter how much I praise these fleeting days,
The smiling face I loved will be gone tomorrow

Ah...this deep sorrow...from which I...will never heal...
Ah...this unseen joy...that I will...keep hidden...
Ah...to me...my very own...soul...