Tokyo Ghoul – Unravel (piano by Animenz)

Hi everyone!

If you read my anime/manga post a while ago, then you’d know that I love Tokyo Ghoul. It’s so awesome! What makes things even better is that finally, the perfect piano version of the opening song for season one has been put up.

The youtube channel is called Animenz Piano Sheets, and it is my favourite channel for piano transcriptions (hope that’s the right word) of anime songs. I’ll share other youtube videos that I like with you on my blog as well, because it’s just nice to be able to share them with you. 

I really enjoy listening to this so I hope you do too!

See you soon! x

Evening Rose

Your tears spell out the shape of rose petals, in the dusk. They dissolve into the crowd of other droplets inhabiting your pillow. Each one settles down quickly, as if they’ve found a home within the cotton patchwork. The drying stains of the droplets create intricate patterns in a muted language. Tears don’t need to speak much.

Your face is taut, silent, strong. But it is within the confinement of this room, you keep such composure. Because you know, outside the window, behind the door, hidden behind the walls, is the place where danger is imminent. So you hold onto yourself, the only thing you can hold and protect, as you are the protagonist of your story. You picture your perfect ending…

One day, you hope to be swallowed by the day’s beautiful death – the rays of tropical twilight touching, embracing, your soul with the taste of the sun. After this you will be unsure what follows, but if and when that day comes, you will surely not feel so secluded and alone.  

The streaks across your face, drying, fade away from the world. And you’re left with the emptiness that is only yourself.

A Star

The closest ones are the furthest.

Yes, I talk about stars –

though I know nothing of astronomy 

or space science. 

Though I may not know it,

I may be the furthest away

from this Earth right now. 

Or I wish to be the furthest star from here,

because Earth is too lonely a place

and I’d much rather find real solitude,  

 

and seclude, myself.

 

The Journal

Collecting all the things that shine

in a journal that neither can be opened 

nor closed

The journal hangs its legs over the cliff of a shelf,

taunting, flaunting

her kingdom

Threatening to jump into the jagged spines of greed

below.

There she goes: wings limp and ugly and flailing 

The jagged spines of greed below ready to greet her

and claw out her torso

Their fangs bleed into her, soften the impact,

welcome her like a stain on a page.

Their breaths collide as they take turns to complete the welcoming.

She is haggard, empty and ugly –

She is betrayed, betrayed by her body

and sinful misuse of these words

and betrayed by the ones who touch her

and betrayed for the sacred sin that she is

for she betrayed the mirror that is the journal

and the journal shall not reach

the Gates of Heaven

as it cannot guard the secrets of the kingdom.

Midnight’s Garden

Racing under the Moon’s shadow

while owls whisper to the leaves,

and Midnight’s rabbits work work work


Nature’s garden weeps,

from time to time and time again:

whispering to her darlings

grow, grow, grow…


Then the magical beans prosper

and defend their mighty ground

where the rabbits and owls can lie peacefully.


You can hear Midnight’s garden

breathe.

Souls converging to one:

beat, beat, beat