Hito wa honrai hondata de ibukuro no kage issatsu kakushiteire toorikakatta satsugai genba de shoujo wa kuroneko ni osawatta katsuji chuudokusha no Seventeen Stomach Book ni tori tsukare shirushi aru hito ayamete wa muchuu de peeji wo musabotta kirisaite hiki chigitte tori dashite tada yomitain da nou shinkei uzumuite itsu datte shinsaku wo motomete iru yomitai yo, mitai yomitai yo, mitai yomitai yo, mitai yomitai yo, mitai bunshou de hito korosetara suteke da naa tte omowanai? karada ni hon umeta chou honnin ninki sakka wa ayashige ni warau daitasuu ni yomareru no wa akita shounen wa kanashige ni tsubuyaku boku no sakuhin yomu tame nara hito wo hofuru koto mo itowanai saikou no dokusha ga hoshii nda ayatsurare shimuke rare peeji hiraku tame karada kiri saku te ga yogore iki ga kirete soredemo tsune ni katsuji okkakeru kidzuka nakatta? saishuukan wa kimi no karada ni umatteiru koto wo kubisuji ni ase ga nagare furueru te de hamono tsuki tsukeru itami ni furue shikai ga kasunde hara kara watashi hon tori dashita peeji hiraite, moji ga mieta tatta nigyou shika kakarete nai omedetou, kimi wa saikou no dokusha da hontou no ketsumatsu wa boku no naka shounen wa route hiroge tada tada tada, waratteiru yomitai yo, mitai yomitai yo, mitai yomenai, mienai yomenai, mienai
[English]
People unexpectedly become book shelves. To hide their tales of Sin. To stomach their secrets. I happened to walk by, to the scene of the crime. There a black cat stood before me, presented a tragedy...
Obsessed with a series soaked in blood. Consumed by the idea of stomach books. I began to kill people with " the mark. " And indulged myself in this murderous hunt!
Cutting them apart... Tearing them apart... Ripping their life away, with no mercy....
As guilt rises. Shivers go down my spine. My desires grow, For the next chapter
I want to see, how it ends! I want to see, how it ends! I will kill, to see the end...
"You know; if words-could kill..." "Wouldn't that be such a wonderful thing?" Looking down on me, was a smiling puppeteer. The Author responsible for planting those books.
"I'm done being idolized for each books" The man whispered so sadly. "I'm grateful to your persistence," "And that you don't mind a few murders on the way."
"For so long: I wanted a reader like you."
Manipulated... And being Played... Just to read the next page, I continued to kill!
Bloodstained hands... Guilty breaths... My urge to read has gone too deep! "My precious girl..." "Haven't you noticed?..." "The last of my books; lies inside of you!" My heart begins to pound, as I Stare down at my blade. Without haste: I thrust it in me!
Pain consumes me; I begin to fade. I ripped out my own book, from my stomach.
Inside the book...as I read... Nothing beyond the page, except for 2 sentences
"Congratulations!" "You are.." "The most splendid reader!" "As your reward..." "The ending lies inside of me."
His arms spread wide opened... He smiles without regret.
I want to see, how it ends! I want to see, how it ends! Such a beautiful story; I died for in the end.