Eastern Promise From The Saint Of Fragments

{sephiaic cemetary}

I let you dream...and drowning,

Santa Matryoshka

Your body slices and i want them,

i want to keep all in my holy pilgrimage

Shade of nothingness

Paradise of sloth

Let me sleep my soul inside you.

Every pieces and dimensions

Dressed by your glowing crown,

reddish, yellow, and faint green whispering in hues

Colour of hope

Colour of freedom

Let your smile screamed your forsaken

Your doomsday finally over,

but not forgotten.

I want to keep all,

but now it's just one

Alone

Rest you peacefully,

Santa Matryoshka

Your days will reigned

Your glory overture shall not be perish.

So remember me,

will you

In my fields of ignorance

Forever.

{sincerely, IRS INITSUGA}