Wasteland 2011: Silver Ice (Hetalia, Durarara, and D.Gray-Man)

[Noizchild]

Wasteland 2011​

I: Silver Ice

She dances around her caged pole;
Hungry eyes on her as
Ice trails her body.
The fire around her can't wake her.
Her soul is dead on the inside.
New Madonna is born.
The underbelly of Ikebukuro
Is her glittered cage
She calls home.
Everything is provided for her.
Her main master pays for her education
And everything he feels that a doll
Could ever want.
Yet, this will never be enough for her.
She doesn't feel;
Eyes as dead as winter.
Out of the dolls in the underbelly,
She is the most desired out of them all.
Sing to me!
Nothing to say.
She'll expose you.
He reaches out to grab her, but
She doesn't move at all.
The pole dance is only a tease
To those who can't get into get upstairs.
That space is spared for men with money.
This soulless goddess is then auctioned out to be
A one-night wife for the highest bidder.
Her option doesn't matter.
She just takes it without a single
Thought of her own desires.
To her, love is just a game to
Sell for one night.
She will love them like a fly
And never love them again.
Countless men use and abuse her
All they want for the night.
She is their toy for that purpose alone.
The only rule is that they can't leave
Any marks on her body
Afterwards.
Yet, one young man has fallen for her and
Wants to set her free from this paradise prison
She is trapped inside.
He desires to show her what true love
And emotions are.
Many older gentlemen do not want this.
They want their toy all to themselves and will do
Anything to keep her in her cage.
They even have called in a black-coated
Information broker to help see to that.
In a way,
She is just like my Hyacinth Girl.
Both of them take the abuse and harm
Without any regard for themselves
At all.
They don't even see their own beauty.
Both women closed off love from
themselves.
Love is like a sin to them that they
Cannot comprehend alone.
Such soulless beauty is as dangerous
Like a child with a gun.
They have no idea what damage
It could do to the men that desire
Around them.
Yet, the young man and I
Refuse to give up until
They are freed from their
Soulless icy cages.
Despite how vain the efforts look,
Something in us both refuses to
Let us give up until love
Wakes them up again.
But, how can even hope
To achieve this when they
Can't even fix themselves?

 

[Noizchild]

II: Leda
I'm so tired of flesh and blood.
My lord has grown so vile.
He keeps me in my golden cage.
My wings are held by chains.
The darkness blocks out everything from me.
The rats are invading my head.
The rats are invading my head.
The rats are invading my head!
I cannot sleep;
I burn in fire.
Früher habe ich meinem Herrn, lieben (1.)
Seine seele ist jetzt tot (2.)
Ich werde zerreißen ihm das Herz (3.)
Und vernichten seine Seele (4.)
Er tötete mich zuerst5.
The rats and time have rotted
My brain.
I can't remember much about my past.
Only bits and pieces come to my mind now.
I believe that I was born in Ireland
to a farmer girl and a German soldier.
The only thing I remember is my
Ability to hear the thoughts of the city.
Even the thoughts of despair can't keep me together.
These chains suffocate me wings.
I can barely stand.
I used to sing,
But I keep quiet around my lord.
I will not give him the satisfaction.
The smell of cigarette smoke for clothes
makes feel sick.
The only thing I have left is the
hope of escape and killing my vile lord.

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1.) Translation: I used to love my Lord
2.) Translation: His soul is dead now
3.) Translation: I will rip out his heart
4.) Translation: And crush his soul
5.) Translation: He killed me first