A Postlude

The story begins nowhere
Unaware hearts, both solidified by pains
Pains from the starvation from warmth
Pains from agitations of blue emotions

I stared into the shadow
And the depiction
Oh, that depiction
Made me shiver from fear
An oxymoron consisting of a dry nucleus
Feeling the denial of emptiness
A feel unknown to me

And I can still smell the filth
The rotten odor of uncertain pasts
Drawn by a Parkinson suffering god

The heavy piano ballads then started being played
By a pair of gentle, yet asleep hands
Not ready to bear two burdens, barely standing hers
Yet I shared said sensation and went on
Hoping for a different ending
Saying "I will"

Times are something you can't help but pass through
And trust trying to be enforced in a field of gentle lies
And perception, perception had its senses disabled
Predictions getting me ready for a certain future
Which, unknown, lied between us like walls

I had to lose you

I don't regret letting myself die for you
Letting you carry with the joy that once I felt
Silence was a burden, yet better than dismissal
Required for a smile being seen once again in your heart
It contradicts with the words and further actions
Empty and disowned I ended, yet an eye was alive
And like a stalker, a psychologist, I dug into your brain
From behind I stood, praying, hoping, nothing

I still look at you
And find you
Loathing myself for the not taken second chance
Yet it was needed
I couldn't enjoy your silent, yet shiny smile
Nor worry about your starvation

It was destined

You shine once more today
Day after day, the scars are down
And your seven colors can trip from grief
From an absorbed darkness

My voice is fading out
But I still can wish
"Close your eyes"

Nyappy Birthday.