Hikikomori Hacker

Hikikomori Hacker
by me(whatever)
to: 東方ボーカル) Shibayan Records- ・ー・・　ーーー　・・・ー　・

You watch them from the screen;
People wearing dog tags, cat tags,
chasing each other around in a boring game
of cat and mouse. Chomping, bored,
on a can of potato chips, you
watch the world from security cameras,
with this horribly tedious
hobby you have.

Sighing, you open the cheap red notebook,
marking down the times, places, and actions
those easily visible drug dealers and
serial killers seem to think were a secret.
A room covered in grime and grocery bags,
dim in the light of a computer and desk lamp,
you decide to call and leave an anonymous tip
for those balloon-brained police. Then order pizza.

Sucking on a warheads sour gum ball, a dead cactus poses
on the windowsill above your dandruff head.
Come to think of it, wasn't that
a gift from your mother for your birthday?
Watching a little kid steal a bike from his neighbor,
you shiver in your black, cheez-it stained coat,
refusing to turn on the heat, because the switch is
all the way over there. And you can't afford it.

You check your empty inbox, stuff back the lens that
fell out of your glasses, and dance cautiously around security;
that lady detective and her boss are looking for you.
Stretching, you take a peek out of the blinds,
reminisce about your middle school crush, and
wonder when you last went outside. Of course,
it's not your fault; the world's full of idiots.
But then,
the door rings.

Clean Freak

Clean Freak
by me(whatever)
to: siinamota- Ghosts in the Forest (1UP Suicide remix)

I wash my sheets every two days,
and vacuum every three.
Every hour I clean my hands
four times before I'm satisfied.

My crumbling shoes are scrubbed once
a week, and all of my clothes
are laundered repeatedly in the machine.
The light switches sparkle, and the door handles gleam.

The silverware I use, I always check, and
the books I read have their covers
wiped, then wiped again. And before I fall
asleep all the doors are 90 degrees to the floor.

I shower in the morning for an hour,
the same at night, and I already know
that all of this is useless.
But I'm filled with thoughts of you.

Things in the Snow

Things in the Snow
by me(whatever)
to: Kenshi Yonezu- Love and Fever

blue, white, red,
colors I wish I were.
Outlining an invisible shape
I carried so many things,
things you can never know about.

If I said I loved you,
what does that even mean?
Outside at night slipping past us all,
transparent glass we can't see through,
a fish globe lit by stars.

Dreaming of places you'll never go,
you're full of contradictions.
Blaming others for the person you've become,
wandering from here to there without an umbrella,
I wonder when you'll realize it.

A place no one else knows about,
I've lost my way.
When it snows all I can do is think about you,
sitting alone in the cold.
What to do, what to do?
Hey, could I hold your hand?"

We're not going anywhere,
stuck here in this place we've lost.
Lies and truth are overlapping,
playing with deceit in it's most innocent form,
so we don't end up hating each other.

Scratching the walls with a ruined pencil,
the one I received from you that day.
If I said that I still love you,
could you tell me what that meant?
I've forgotten all the important things you told me.

the moon has eaten up all of your expressions,
the more we learn of each other, the more we run.
I had a dream last night where we finally understood
all the things the other has been carrying.
What to do, what to do?
I wander and look for you,

And it starts to snow.

All My Fault

All My Fault
by me(whatever)
to: nekobolo- 弾けないギターを片手に

Classrooms,
clouds in the sky,
drowsing within those barriers.
that I can't get enough sleep,
is all my fault.

House,
clouds in the sky,
staring at a blank page.
that I can't write single word,
is all my fault.

Grass fields,
clouds in the sky,
watching the satellite rotate.
that I can't move forwards after this,
is all my fault.

Driveway,
clouds in the sky,
breathing in the winter air.
that I can't forgive that person,
is all my fault.

Bus stop,
clouds in the sky,
waiting at the edge of the world.
that I can't help but wish to disappear,
is all my fault.

Windows,
clouds in the sky,
living without a correctly marked map.
that I've given up everything important to me,
is all my fault.

Here,
rain at my feet, you said
"It's not your fault".
Say, if I was moved by your beautiful lie,
I'm sure that
is all my fault, right?