L Lawliet :
O L Lawliet, Pale Angel of Justice
O L Lawliet,
Divine being folded into a chair too small,
Knees to chest,
As if the world is too heavy to face like a normal human.
Your tired eyes carry
A thousand sleepless nights,
The tragic beauty of one
Who thought too much,
And lived too little.
Your mind is a sacred maze,
Thoughts written in holy equations,
While your fragile body
Silently screams: “let me eat desserts in peace.”
You rarely smile,
But when you do,
Even suffering itself
Takes a coffee break.
O L,
Martyr of truth,
Prince of sugar,
Misunderstood hero,
Too beautiful for this world,
Too strange for a normal chair."
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