The joker, a liar, wearer of many masks (yet master of none), and you try and try to push it down deeper, doubt and bad decisions coming back to gnaw at bloodied knees and scarred skin, adding to the cascade of bruises deep within.
You see him standing by the fields, cackling laugh and vivacious energy feeding those around him, and you think ‘How are we so different yet similar at the same time?’ camouflage hiding swathes of color, trying his best to fit in yet stand out in the same breath.
That's why you find it strange you both fit together so well, misshapen pieces of a lost puzzle finding home, fearing the ever-present darkness and shadows at the edges of his aura, scared at any moment the delicate glass would shatter all around you.
Since you find yourself no longer battling alone, no matter how many times you try to push him away, kicking, spitting, snarling in self-defence, he always comes back; battle armor a little more damaged but loyal to a fault that can never be replaced.
So when you hear that laugh so like your own, entertained, engaged, and carefree, it calls to you, speaks louder than the crouching darkness and despair, and you decide in that moment to give in once again; another victory for the light as you push your worries away for another day.
FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G
Poem, 23 lines
The joker, a liar, wearer of many masks (yet master of none),
and you try and try to push it down deeper,
doubt and bad decisions coming back to gnaw at bloodied knees and scarred skin,
adding to the cascade of bruises deep within.
You see him standing by the fields,
cackling laugh and vivacious energy feeding those around him,
and you think ‘How are we so different yet similar at the same time?’
camouflage hiding swathes of color,
trying his best to fit in yet stand out in the same breath.
That's why you find it strange you both fit together so well,
misshapen pieces of a lost puzzle finding home,
fearing the ever-present darkness and shadows at the edges of his aura,
scared at any moment the delicate glass would shatter all around you.
Since you find yourself no longer battling alone,
no matter how many times you try to push him away,
kicking, spitting, snarling in self-defence,
he always comes back; battle armor a little more damaged
but loyal to a fault that can never be replaced.
So when you hear that laugh so like your own,
entertained, engaged, and carefree,
it calls to you,
speaks louder than the crouching darkness and despair,
and you decide in that moment to give in once again;
another victory for the light as you push your worries away for another day.