The Devil Z

A 5 year old dream
was laid infront of me
in this scrapyard.
A beaten and battered,
S30 Nissan Fairlady Z,
was left there to rot.

It's midnight blue paint overcoat,
glimmered as it basked in the sweltering sun.
As I walked towards it,
I could sense a presence coming from it.

The mechanic came over and told me that it was a notorious car.
A car which has already taken many lives,
killing it's owner each time.
Earning the title,
'The Devil Z'.

At that point of time,
I was scared for a moment
but a slight grin played across my lips.
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Midnight.
The cold breeze swept on my face.
I turned around and gave a final look at the car.
I knew that my life was at stake.
With a reassuring smile,
I clambered into the driver's seat.

I turned the ignition.

With that, a low grumble came from the hood.
Somehow, I could understand that she still doesn't approve me
as her owner yet.
With a slight push on the accelerator,
the 620 horsepowered engine roared to life.
I let go of the pedal.
It was obvious that she wanted to run.

With a kick on the clutch,
I shifted into gear and slammed on the accelerator.

It was intense.
The tachometer kept going up.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop.
I was estatic.
180km/h..
220km/h..

The Z just kept on going.
The engine produced such demonic speed.
All 620 horsepower going to the rear tires.
The world was a blur.
The traffic seemed like it wasn't moving.
It's as if time came to a stop.
I could just run forever.

I stepped on the pedal alittle harder.
Now at 250km/h,
I was abit worried myself.
But I trusted the car.
I trust that it won't screw up on me like it did on the previous owners.

As time dragged on, I started to wear out.
However, she refused to let me go of the pedal.
As I approached the corner, I slowed down a little
and turned the steering.

However, the car refused to respond to my counter-steer.

We slammed right to the road barrier.

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I stepped out of the car
and watched as the sun began to rise.
Lucky enough I made it alive through the night.
True enough, rumours of the car were for real.
However, it wasn't the car's fault. It was the driver's.
Even if one looses his concentration for a second,
the 'Fairliady' would reveal her horns and turn that night to a living hell.

I then laughed to myself.
I guess,
Even though she's a Devil, she's still a lady after all.

Infection

‘Somehow, I have to answer back,’
With that, my tongue grows thick with weeds
A shadow passes through one more person’s heart
And strips off her mask

In the night
I sit down as if I'm dead

An explosion has ripped apart
The shattered fragments of my heart
And although now all I see
Are glittering lights all around me
When, I wonder,
did I become this weak?

My legs are cramped, but
Pretending not to notice, I go on
This foolish disease of mine
Seems only to get worse and worse

In the night
I realize this infection

An explosion has ripped apart
The shattered fragments of my heart
And although now all I see
Are glittering lights all around me
When, I wonder,
did I become this weak?

Growing more and more to fear
Every little fever that comes along
I may have little chance
But, still, I must wake up

An explosion has ripped apart
The shattered fragments of my heart
And although now all I see
Are glittering lights all around me
When, I wonder,
did I become this weak?

An explosion has ripped apart
the shattered fragments of my heart
Fragments... fragments... all around me
When, I wonder
did I become
this weak?

Beyond the branch I pointed out
a shining entity rubbed against my cheek
whispering mica
memory locked within your heart
On that instant the fine nature has quivered

"Yes..."
The word has marked the serene silence on the puddle of despair

Sniffle sniffle, goes the cry baby

"Such scenery"
as I snuggled my hat deeper to block the view

Hey, this is it
Suddenly yelping breaking the silence

A seed of the ultimate phoenix of love being sealed within the eternal snow
All we have grasped is a fragile piece of its shadow

As a desperate form of the solution for the meaning of true happiness
I embraced the whithering sprinkle of snow and muttered

"I am fortunate to have met you"

"How high is that, I wonder?"
you were saying
when we were young, under the moon.
Under the twinkling wax and wane, following its path, we played.

A hard rain fell for a half an instant.
The hydrangea flowers and the amber moon dance on the shore
while each admire the other.

Every time your biting words touch me, they disappear.*
Though I try not to drop even one,
the moon which I scooped and held in the palm of my hand,
had vanished.

Goodbye
a pair of butterflies, which stopped
on my fingertips, illuminated by my pale face.**
The snow that sparklingly shone
felt like you,
and my breath stopped...

Spider's silk is tangled around my fingers.
I... I don't have a face.

Rising and fading,
soap bubbles.
I didn't want them to break, so
I was careful,
even though I was so careful...

I am here!
Uh, god?
Riding on the ripples on the surface of the lake,
though I am shaking..

The butterfly that was beautifully decorated,
since when did it become a glass bead?
And I, who have nothing
as for the butterfly's flying away,
it was
because you were always, always here...

Goodbye
People who say nothing,
that's how it always is, isn't it?
As for the moon that sparklingly shone...
Oh! It dissolved into a snow-colored butterfly
and became tears.