[K] The Fool

Really, I just want to write about a somewhat stubborn girl.

Have you ever wondered what would remain of someone after she lost her friendships, love, strength, looks, freedom, future, happiness, light, and even the right to cry out?

In that abyss, as dark as the heavens, only obsession remains.

Whether a pawn or a clown, none of that matters anymore.

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin.

Running at the edge of the wind, this fervor is like a crime.

But loving him was red, loving was red.

The red of loving him set my heart alight and made my blood boil.