As the sorrowful melodies is planting mines on my field in the broad daylight, I know who are the real anarchists, rule breakers, the purgers. It was not a big code cracking, it was already there since it's birth. I have no idea when it revealed its true self to the humankind but when it did, oh when it did, it was a curse in disguised. Witches have been burnt over it, homes sentenced to the deep silences, yet it has grew, as if for spite. It had swore to demolish anyone came into its way. No one could say anything. Like a child's desperate cry of mama's after beating up by his own mother, we kept running onto its arms.

We're the Juliets stealing kisses from our lover's poisonous lips when it comes to letting the music play. 

I have to know. I have to know why my lover doesn't let me die every time I kiss him. I want to be buried under the melodies, no need a coffin. If you are showing your gorgeous lips like that, my love, wanting to meet mine, then why don't you finish what you have started? This is the only time I believe in magic in the world, and I want to capture myself in it. Yet, I can't do this alive.

Endless songs have passed as I wrote these simple words, I begged each of them to take me with them. A thousands of stabs. Who will accept me with my shattered glasses I carry around? Is this the reason they don't let me go with them and hide where the time stops? 

Tell me killer, who will judge you when the time comes? Who will punish you like you have punished your victims with your words and and your warbles? The way you've been using your soft lips as a sword of the knights, aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Killer,

Lover,

When the time comes, I will use my body as a shield in front of you.