I rather watch that distant planet and be imprisoned by living known as “immortal’ than to soak my hands in blood.
I honestly want to choose this world that I love...
Call me selfish… Throw any words that you want
But still, I refuse to give up this warmth that overflows from home
So now, even if I become a beast and take off this mask called beauty
May it be a bed full of petals or a road hugged by thorns...?
I will still choose to be pricked and bleed than to shower in perfume
After all I am a monster clad by love.