i hope there will be a change to come, as life just hanging with a mask of cheerfulness and gay-in-not-homosexual-gay just has got to stop, and i bloody hell hope it’s soon. the tune behind my head no long plays as lovely as how it used to, when the clock ticks, my believe in the beginning of a turning point, slowly moves away to the horizon and forever lost in the pitch dark, alone, cold, lost. a lost soul, body drained, as i will roam like no difference from the zombies of the zombie flick that i love so much.
why won’t you open your mind and take me back into your arms of comfort, a comfort for i crave for in the minutes of late nights, when not even the sound of cricket is heard (fuck i’m in a highrise home, how the hell to hear crickets). come what may, the little things that really make a person full, is all but true.
let me feel that skin of yours, let me whisper into your ear a song of pain and suffering. as i hold the side of your arms and pull your close, and your hair brushes across my face as the after rain wind blows. as you magically disappeared as you came into my life, i swear that i could actually still smell your presence. my hands gripping into the thin air of emptiness, while tears rolled down my cheeks. i uttered to space, i miss no one. and then there was silent. as i open my eyes and my clenched fists, i gazed up to the starless night. total darkness. blank. empty. sorry. goodbye.
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