The night is presumptuous

Guffaw.

The wind scrambled to crawl to the window

jeer

That glimmer of light.

Fingers flick the keyboard, mixed shouts

Is it the release of the soul?

It turned out to be the Fall Calling.

Smoke has not yet swirled around the ceiling pretending to be smooth

Nightmares hovered quietly,

Hesitation, fear.

But he still doesn't have the guts to contaminate the atrium of his prey.

Why should I repent?

Paradise is lost.

Why do you need to see clearly

The true face.

Why expose

The paleness of human nature.

Why get rid of it

The rules of the world.

Why blasphemy

Sacred disguise.

Open the envelope of time,

Originally

Just a joke.

Open the book of fate,

now

A blank page.

Angel's shrill laughter

Woke up the drowsy naivety.

Oh, so I'm still me.

But he was in a coma for a few years.