Inspiration:
Reila - Gazette
Torn - July

ALSO .. what's big to say?
I'm not really happy with it o_o
BUT .. well anyway I just felt like doing it ... well ..
!! IMPORTANT!! : If someone REALLY wants it to go on, so that the current end may not be the final one (in whatever way X3) leave a picking point. If NOT, I won't write them any further. ~

Pair: there is no[yet]...

Otherwise: Have fun x3

Sayonara
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What if the real is really wrong?
And what is wrong when the wrong is real?

How do you know honesty when honesty is a lie?
And how do you recognize a lie if the lie is honest?

What does a person build on if he cannot distinguish between light and dark, light and shadow?
Where do you set your limits when you can't be sure about anything?
Or when can you be sure that security is safe?There is nothing that can be trusted, neither being nor not being.
Neither the here nor the now.
Everything dissolves into nothing, if you do not constantly make sure that the shadow does not overtake you and one day you realize that nothing is as it should be, or all that that should be does not exist at all.
Existence in itself is a very questionable matter.
When do you really exist and when do you no longer exist?

They say: everything is over after death.

Why do others say that one still exists after death?

So: when can you be sure that something is really safe and when not?

Yet there is no definitive answer where there is no real question. You ask questions to get answers, but for so little there is an answer with which you can be satisfied. The thirst for knowledge is omnipotent, insatiable and consumed by it if you don't pay attention to how far the questions go or how crushing the answers are.There are a lot of things that you can't handle because nothing seems clear.
The unknown is omnipresent
all-encompassing,
scary.

And yet we plunge into life without paying attention to what is looking after us, what shatters us.
We don't pay attention to who lies to us or who promises us the truth, promises and yet does not keep it?
Life is a death
dying does not work without life.
Everything is the other side of the coin.
But how do we recognize when life is laughing in our faces?

To be and not to be
a constant change from dark to light,
a fine line between lies and truth.

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illusion
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Happiness is an illusion, that is clear.
There is no one who is really happy, times are getting harder and harder and yet you have to fight your way through the hazy pulp of life.
The gaze wanders over the hustle and bustle in the room, the cigarette at the ready, it tastes so good .. and even this luck has its problems, because as good as it is, is it dangerous to play with ... luck?Fate?
What is fate if it doesn't make you happy ..?
So it is better to give a damn and try to take everything into your own hands, because you can get through life better without fate and luck.
Dreary and gray!
True enough, but you can do it better than relying on it and still being left.

The glow of the cigarette glowed as the smoke was inhaled and it poured into the lungs, whereupon you bought yourself a piece of artificial happiness, bought with minutes that were withdrawn from you at the end of your life. You only live once! So why not right then?

"Hm ... hm, hm ...", the deep voice hummed softly as someone slipped past him again and went on his way to do his work. Everyone was so busy. Was there perhaps a deeper meaning behind everything? Perhaps one should research this at times when one had the time, mind you.
A smile, a look and everything was back to normal."30 minutes guys, let's go!" Shouts someone whose face cannot be seen. Like an ant, the staff sprinted from one corner to the other, straightening hair, straightening clothes, hairspray fouled the air.

The tension rose.

"Hey are you all right?" A voice from the left. The head is turned and brown eyes, looking rather worried, looked at him. "You are so pale ... and calm .."

Eyes rolled and the head tilted slightly from side to side.

"What should be wrong? Everything ... in ... the best .. ORDER ...", he emphasized skillfully and sucked on his cigarette again. He was completely calm, calm and yet troubled. What was the point of getting into all the madness, to get caught up in it? You would never come out again, or rather: You never came out anyway.
One of the bright strands pecked in the face of the bassist, who was still sitting indifferently on the square to smoke one cigarette after the other.Today they would give their final concert .. they had already had so many and so many would follow. And for what all the stress? For fame and glory? Honor was far from there .. Fame was one thing Honor the other ..

"Okay if that is so ... but you know that- .." - "Yes, I know that I can come to you if something is and now do something with ... whatever ~!", And with these words Reita Kai shooed away again. He was never the kind of person who really valued conversation. He was the silent part, he liked to watch, just like now. So much was going on around him ..
Here Aoi and Uruha joking around with each other because Ruki was moaning because something didn't suit him ... had he misplaced his belt again? No, it once again seemed to be his hairstyle that didn't quite fit as he liked it ...

On the outside, everything always looked so perfect, in front of the camera everything was so simple, so rehearsed. As long as the crowd was screaming everything was okay, the show was as it should be.Then they'd done their job well ... if the audience didn't play along, something was wrong. Whether it was because of them or the bad mood in general, you could never say for sure ...

Everything had changed lately.
Was it all about the time or why was it all so artificial?
All sham packs, artificial beings without meaning and without purpose.

Everything felt so empty, so pointless ... pointless ...
The time when everything was still real was ... so far away.

He felt fake, wrong, his whole life seemed torn apart and that only because he had the feeling to recognize the truth behind everything. Everything had lost its feeling for him, if there was anything left at all.
Maybe it was nonsense when he acted like that .. but it was a fact and he couldn't change anything, nobody could change anything ..
How should that work?

What's the point of screaming? What is the point of communicating if nobody understands you, if everyone thinks you are overly sensitive?The business is tough, that makes sense.
Everyone knows that the world is hard ...
But everyone deals with it differently, that's what makes everyone different. And that's why you're an individual.

But what can you do about an empty heart? When you've lost all sense? What is a person when there is nothing left to believe in?
He is nothing anymore, he vegetates and tries to make the best of it, or is that just a lie of life?

"Hey Reita don't sit there so pointless and help me look!" Shouted the frustrated vowel, which was still throwing all sorts of things around, looking for something unknown.

Belt?
Scarf?
Jacket?

"I'm looking for the other shoes!"

Aha, so today it was the shoes, something completely different again ...

"I'm on my way.", The bassist sighed and got up after he had stubbed out the stub of his cigarette. It's a shame about the rest ...

Everything was so easy if you tried a little.All he had to do was lift a bag, lift a few snippets aside, and there they lay, innocent, if slightly worn.

"How do you always do that .. I don't understand you Reirei ..", Ruki only mumbled and pushed a strand that was still attached with a clip to the side and grabbed the shoes to put them on quickly.

"Well ..."

That's how it was when you lost sight of the thing. When you get more and more boggy without turning within yourself.
Even if they don't want it to be true, they are jaded, they don't want to get out of the stress anymore. These four guys were really the most important thing to him, like the music they made together.
But now nothing makes sense.
They have moved away from the people they once were, from the meaning they once pursued.
Is it written down somewhere that at some point you will no longer be yourself? And if so, what is that good for?
For getting lonely?Even if ..., you really don't want it to be true.

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Eternity?
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Time has passed, the ears are still buzzing from the pounding bass, the screeching of the guitars and the roar of the fans.
The yawning emptiness inside doesn't get better, only gets worse ...
The view is glassy, ​​the fingers are cold, the thoughts heavy and the inside so ... empty.

The boundaries are blurred, how do you still recognize things that are important when they have been lost in the mush? Can no longer be seen?
Only one thing seems real, true and eternal.
If everything is gray, there are only two options:
Immerse yourself in the eternal darkness, or you fight your way up into the light, separates the good and the bad .. the lie from the truth.
But what if you don't have the strength?
Don't feel like it?

"Hm .. coward ..."
But what is cowardly and what is brave?
The step into the dark may be easier, but it still takes enough courage to come to an agreement.The step into the light takes strength, but is not necessarily brave. It is rather pointless because the day inevitably leads to the night.

Eternity…

The blade flashes .. amazing how bright it is when you know what will result from it.

The lie of life ..
And the truth of dying ... but you can't be sure of either ...

"Sayonara ..."

First it's red .. then it turns black.

"Now ... I can't come to you anymore ...", were his last words.

He saw