Chi No Hana
There's a blood-stained tatami house
and it rest peacefully near the cherry blossoms and pond
It has an ancient roof that aims for heaven
and a foundation built in hell
There's a small child in the house
and he sits alone with his welts and wounds
The room has a rather unique smell;
presumably rotten veggies
There's a breeze blowing the cherry blossoms
and near it lies a box
Ever so neatly tucked away in the trunk;
a knife and a rope
There's a beautiful pond shimmering
and in it lies the bodies
Carelessly tossed in;
the boy pushes me in as well.
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