The worst damn thing

illusion

as you to me

illusion

as me to you

.

nothing is clear
everything is just so illusive
and I cannot see you closely and clearly and dearly any longer
and you
an illusion

.

you
aint real

and here I am
telling an unknown story which nobody seems to understand
which askes nobody for sympathising
which, in its dying pride, wishing for a happily ever after ending
which
aint possible

.

I wait for time to come
Erase me from your life
And here I am
alone
bearing in hell
a tinge of painful peace
a tinge of peaceful pain
of thy memories


Of those whom you love
Of those who love you
And who am I?
Who am I, who not know of love?
Who am I, who cannot be there for thee?
Who am I, whom to thee is only the fading voices and losing holds?

.

The place I stay
The path I take
The life I choose

all

shall not know thee

and I shall live

like I have always been

alone

bearing in hell

a tinge of painful peace

a tinge of peaceful pain

of thy memories

.

.

.

Let it go

So,
I did not get on my nerve last night.
I did not get crossed.
I did not shout at you, condemn you for all my blues.

.

I asked you about Orpheus no Mado
The damn dark depressing shoujou
the haunting one
the one which I read twice, or thrice, I can't remember.

Yet
I have forgotten
until yesterday

The window of sorrow and darkness

of love and lust

of crimes and tolls

of last and lost

So long ago, the fading unrecognisable piece of memory, dying one...

I don't want to recall it at all

So,
Let it go...

I let you go off
So
Do not ever come back again
So
I let you go

Lullaby for a stormy night

It is windy tonight and I'm supposed to die on my Bio notes. Yet, I think again, that I may not want to die that early and life still has much enjoyment for me to explore, hahahah.

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Lullaby for a stormy night



.

And I want to tell you badly, that you hurt me a lot.

a lot

so much to the extreme that I reckon myself dying inside, bit by bit, second by second. The pain is angrily furious, yet slowly enough to weaken me into a body of nothing but wretched sorrow. Damn thee! O man, damn thee!

To hell with thee!

.

And why do I need to forgive you?

Why do I still forgive it all?

.

A white bunny holding on a black umbrella, where can you go amidst this raging rain?

.

Then, somehow, I finally understand, that I should never think of you again. All that I have been working for, dying for, tearing for, all of it, all of you, is nothing.

I finally understand that I'm nobody but a silly fool. The silliest fool.

.

So I give away my prayer, I give thee a four-leafed clover.

Do you know,
do you see the hopeful green,
are you happy?

K.

The beast

A mere human, was not afraid of The Beast

He reached out his hand to The Beast, and spoke, "Beast, you are a beautiful creature. I do not want to lose you."

The feeling of being touched gently, being told that it was beautiful, and being told that the human did not want to lose it... All of that was a finst for The Beast, he bowed to the human...

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La Belle et La Bêtê...

The first and as well the last.