Chapter 8: Half Alive

It's four AM, I'm waking up to your perfume
Don't get up, I'll get through on my own
I don't know if I'm home
Or if I lost the way into your room
I'm spiraling into my doom
I'm feeling half alive but I know one day
You and I will be free.

To live and die by our own rules,
Free..
Despite the fact that men are fools.

I'm almost alive, and I need you to try
And save me.
It's okay that we're dying,
But I need to survive tonight.

Well excuse me while I get killed softly,
Heart slows down and I can hardly tell you I'm okay
At least 'til yesterday,
You know you got me off my highest guard,
Believe me when I say it's hard.
We'll get through this tonight
And I know one day you and I will be free

And you touch my hand ever so slightly
And the deadly look he cast upon me
I won't regret. I won't regret...

And I was trying to disappear,
But you got me wrapped around you
I can hardly breathe without you
I was trying to disappear
But I got lost in your eyes now,
You brought me down to size now.

Chapter 7: How About Enough

You said hi you wanted to talk about
The things that you should know
I never meant to run or hide
I just didnt think it was time for you to know
I'm stuck at the crossroads im waiting to choose
I'm hoping it wont lead back to you
The journey is over our time is up
Just give it up

So where do we go from here or end
We were never lovers, more than friends
Please take your shirts
Your smiles arent working, no more

Before you go i just want you to know
I burnt all the things you wrote
I never meant to let this pass
I just didnt think that this happiness will last
Come take a look at these tired eyes
Believe me i cannot even cry
If i could i would
So tell me if i should

You wouldnt mean a thing to me anymore

These hands were made to love, not break.

Chapter 6: Remembrance

Who wouldn't want to be her.
Innocent waiting hoping pure.
To be love by yet another similiar soul with those traits.
To be that character painted as an angel.

The greatest pain was what they did. Left me out on my own to wander the streets. Deserted in the cold. That, will be imprinted forever; Somehow, within my memory i know its been done many times before.

The start of my tragedy was brought about by that very same individual. Imagine the twist of it all.

Vividly my eyes remember, how coldly she brushed off my arm, refusing the support from them. Then in a swift movement; shoving the cash in my hand before taking off.

So fast it was, that i didn't get a chance to even glance at the fading headlights.

I stood there dejected not only by her but by the driver too. Everyone refusing me at that point in time. That precious hour when i finally open myself up to get stabbed in return, so cruelly at the spot where it hurt the most.

I want back my innocence, all of it. But its too late. It's tarnished by people... called friends.

All that's left of me is to move on the best way i know how. To shut up and nurse the gaping wound inside. Away from prying eyes, heartless hearts, uncaring souls.

Chapter 5: Congress

I like that little icon of your presence.
Amidst the others, standing out more significantly.
The birth of poetry, darkness alongside beauty, and chapters of untold accounts.

Tracing the shape of those hands, to recall that marble like feature, with contours so fine..

Bodies entwine in unison; tranquil; velvety sensuality.
Void spaces become tangible whilst relinquishing unprecedented depths.
Lips and tongue fuse, as the mind slips into mortal coma of libido.

Chapter 4: Plot Beautiful

I think i've pen my own tragedy once again.
Beautifully the mind tries to fend off the dark side.
When all this while i've been the murderer playing the victim.
The one that bridge the connection; the one that set the offer; the one that went over; the one that use and be used; the one that is here; its still not over.
Thinking that the walls could hold out but instead caving in from within.

I've awaken the beast i put to sleep, but i will put it down.

Just hold me and break me again.

Chapter 3: This is the way it should be

Pulling away the covers to recieve the light. It's morning.

As I gaze at every face; still lock on the subject to empty every ounce of emotions, retreating into the little space at the back of the mind.

I think i chose to be defeated.

The black and white screen play, just where i've left it.

Unlike the first encounter. Minds were intoxicated. I sat there, legs crossed watching the moving images infront of me. Taking in the changes of the years, yearning for a comfort.

Thank the coldness of the atmosphere and the only warmth under cover. The first contact. Light and gentle. Like a train it hit. The familiarity, distinctively recollecting within. With that embrace, genuine, the need of someone to hold me before i disappear into the nothingness of this world. Apologise you did. With the words agreed upon we took the leap.

Knowing the reality where we stand.


Never lovers, more than friends.