I cannot hold my breath much longer

Agony in endless bliss

What is life

But one great joy?

What is love

But exquisite pain?



In our gaiety

We are blinded

Oblivious

To the fatal joy.



To live you must die.

To die you must live.

And I do neither.

So I am lost to despair

But that's not so bad

For my despair is my Muse,

My Inspiration,

My lifeblood.

My Joy.

My despair is my Joy.

So leave me to it.

-San