深き獄の心決して戻れはしない 明日を触れない自虐的敗北者
So, here’s a rhetorical question for me to ponder. Why in the world did you think it was a plausible idea to dive into Dir en grey stuff again.
I mean. Please. You should know better. It was probably one of the wisest decisions in your goddamned life to drop this particular type of music way back when. It’s not good for you. It rots your very being.
I do not pry.
And yet.
I was barely a teenager and didn’t understand one single word of Japanese back when I listened to Dir en grey on a regular basis, but I devoured the music and translations as if they were my only form of sustenance. And. Honestly. Was I even half capable of understanding what I was listening to. Because while I remember every note, every bass line, every single muffled sound and mumbled word, all of this just feels completely new.
Not so much good new as interesting and slightly terrifying new. Definitely not the ideal stuff for a child to get so deeply involved with in my opinion. Very swift eyeopener, orz. I probably experienced the worst of my growing pains through Diru’s music.
I even had painted song lyrics to my clothes. I struggled through my junior high days wearing shirts that said suicide is the proof of life.
This band is death in a musical form. And somehow it’s so desirable. Lust for pain. Living would obviously be too easy without triggers.
To think there are people who actually don’t listen to music. How do you cope.
I mean. Please. You should know better. It was probably one of the wisest decisions in your goddamned life to drop this particular type of music way back when. It’s not good for you. It rots your very being.
I do not pry.
And yet.
I was barely a teenager and didn’t understand one single word of Japanese back when I listened to Dir en grey on a regular basis, but I devoured the music and translations as if they were my only form of sustenance. And. Honestly. Was I even half capable of understanding what I was listening to. Because while I remember every note, every bass line, every single muffled sound and mumbled word, all of this just feels completely new.
Not so much good new as interesting and slightly terrifying new. Definitely not the ideal stuff for a child to get so deeply involved with in my opinion. Very swift eyeopener, orz. I probably experienced the worst of my growing pains through Diru’s music.
I even had painted song lyrics to my clothes. I struggled through my junior high days wearing shirts that said suicide is the proof of life.
This band is death in a musical form. And somehow it’s so desirable. Lust for pain. Living would obviously be too easy without triggers.
To think there are people who actually don’t listen to music. How do you cope.