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Clearing my throat using silence as a shield
I only draw and erase to distract myself
Whose RESENTMENT did I hear?
I put on my rice hat and try to laugh

A battlefield with no point or ending
An ordinary 6 tatami room[1]
Dreams and daily life and longing and such
I draw my bow at those with the nerve to hinder me

In my raised hand I gripped
my paintbrush without giving up
With all my might, I drew a line
Weaklings use it as an escape route

If only I could lose my mind
It might as well have been easier that way, right?
My heart isn't satisfied
My willpower chooses life

I displayed my artworks that won't sell
They don't belong in my room, but
I like the smell of oil paints
and worn-out easels

If blood is what will sell,
I want to turn all of mine into money
Me   music is all I have
Such words   are fruitless

Organic phosphorus from the bottom of a bottle
poured into mad water
like entwined rope
The lukewarm smell of death

Kill me
Don't leave me alone again
Things like righteous paintings and songs
I don't care about any of it

The unfinished portrait
with its usual sorrowful expression
smiled weakly
A series of works by you & I

No matter if I fall here,
nobody will lick my wounds!
I put my life on the line repeatedly
looking like I'm pleading for my life