Akira Yamaoka Rain of Brass Petals Three Voices Edit

I am the first

A shadow at the end

Of the hallway

I spin the carousel

The laughter recedes away

My finger on your lips

I stole something precious

I am the second

Alone in a faceless crowd

A human caught

In monochrome dreams

I scream to wake up

My voice drowns deep underground

Only the dead can hear me,

See me

I am the third

A master

A sentinel of awakeness

I hold truth like a torch

Shadows flicker before me

Rapid eye follow the

Chain of thought