Comments, whatever: Written purely out of love for the word phantasmagoria(which besides doll, antidisestablishmentarianismm and a few hundred others is my favorite word in the English language). Heh, what else do you think, that I wrote it out of poetic inspiration because I like Hikida Kaori? Nooo...

Phantasmagoria-

Bringing nothing, nothing but sadness,
We can only grip at the thin, silver strands of fantasy,
Before a rising sun that glows only blood red tosses us into reality,
And the cold light washes over us, combining the sadness with pain,
It's the only thing we have.

All the what ifs of thisworld scare me when I'm alone,
The depths of this hurt inside of me never ceasing to mock me,
As the days pass us by we can only cry and clutch at the phantasm,
The thing that keeps us in our silent night,
I think I'll cry when the dream ends.

Time passes and the dream continues mercilessly,
Let's take the two, time and the phantasmagoria, and wrap them into one,
So that even in the end of our years together,
We'll see the dream forever,
Even if we die.

The sad piano playing in this place startles me but it's just another image,
Another clip to meet my ears and haunt me eternally,
I never want to be scared of you again,
Let's fly on the broken wings that can barely carry even myself,
And live in the quiet dream to eternity.