a poem inspired from a legend and a white iris

1. Eyes are dreary
He stands weak and weary
On the edge of the rooftop
On the edge of hell
My ears are the proof as he swear
To leave this world to the ones who care
He looked around to explore
This world one last time, just once more
He looked without faith just little hope only to feel bore
He lost interest in this dull world many years before
He looked at me one last time
His eyes fixed on me yet he stared with no aim
Then he closed his eyes and threw away his name
As he hugged the wind
And released his feet
The distance between us grew to no end
Even if my voice gets hoarse
I still call your name
Wasn't a sin? !
to pour your blood on that graceful shiragiku
As you held the ground
And refused to stand
Or hear my pleading and calls
I offer my prayer every day
Remembering you falling into darkness
I pray that this impure and sinful love of yours
That took away your life
To take me to your side
Even if it's a dark place
If i could go back in time
Tell you to stay and hold you in my arms
Your heart was and will never be mine
I knew that since the moment you looked at me with no aim
Tell me through the blushing dawn
Why do tears roll down ?
Where's the reason for the pain i can’t take down?
I live on

2. It seems i'm one of those who care
And it's been teen years
I still carry on with the pain and the past
Although my heart lays down next to your grave