Grimm's Fairy Tales

 　　Silence is seen as cunning

　　, a smile as a show of force

　　, tears as a bizarre script

　　, bloodshed as poisonous bait

　　, concealment as nervousness.

　　Even the way one expresses love

　　is scorned and denied.

　　My noble lover,

　　you say you don't love this mask.

　　It's cold and lifeless,

　　sorrowful and bloodless,

　　filling you with fear.

　　When I humbly submit before you

　　and slowly tear it away, you utter such contemptuous laughter.

　　Look at these still-beating hearts.

　　I swallowed them one by one for you

　　, just to feel that fleeting warmth and

　　haze, to wipe the blood from my lips,

　　foolishly believing I was closer to the light.

　　Assuming no gender,

　　when a corpse sleeps in the forest

　　, a dwarf points at it and says,

　　"Look!

　　This monster looks like a clown.

　　Please make it up,

　　like the princess they speak of. If that

　　doesn't work

　　, then

　　make it look like a beautiful clown.

　　Is that alright?