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Peril in Menacing Throb
Poignant of the Broken Memory
Wielding Katana
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Forgotten Melody
Gift of Immortality
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Raisonnement, Confiance, Fric
Man of Crow
The Making
Bitter Farewell
Sailing the Boat
How I Met a Demon. (29 NOVEMBER 2011 - 17:02)
Who Am I?
Demonic Me
Demonic Lilith
Soldier
The Child: Me.
Knowledge
Dying Me
Valuing My Life
Mixing Potions of Feelings
A Deadly Game
Tampering in a Tub
Renovating My Heart
The Master He Only Have
A Man and a Piano
Two Peas in a Pod
Death is the New Beginning
Ignorant Me
Wittering Serenity
Entering Battlefield
My Name is L.
A Fight To Come
POEM
A Man Can Die But Once
Eternally Remembered
Forever and a Day
I Like This Place and Willingly Spend My Time In It
Miserable Have No Other Medicine but Hope
To the Tiny Being
A Pearl Among the Pebbles
Who I Am
A Somebody
ONE SHOT REQUEST
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Dying me
My body aren't mine anymore...
'It's the grass,' A familiar yet bizarre, feminine voice whispered in my ears. 'It's the grass that control your mind. Let it go and you will be free.'
I nodded to myself, despite the feeling to look at the speaker in her face.
'Let it go and you will be free to see the world with your naked eyes.' The voice whispered softly, like a music playing on the tongue of violin.
The urge to rip the blindfold strengthen, as my mind wondered if ever I wanted to open my eyes.
How many years has it been?
How many years has it since I last see the world?
How long has it been since I've become the companion of darkness?
'It has been too long,' my other side answered... 'Too long that it has become a part of you,'
I nodded obligingly... It HAS been long...
I can't even remember how many days or months has passed since, but I guess I never really care and perhaps, that was why it never came to my mind to open it.
My grip around the grass tighten as my legs beneath me started to ache due to immense pressure on the bare, soil ground... The stronger the will to let go of the grass and take off the cloth off my eyes, the tighter my grip on it.
I didn't know why... I guess I have grown dependent on it...
It has been my guidepost, my silent signboard and my sole companion.
But perhaps...just perhaps...
If I let it go, I might find a better guidepost...a better signboard...
A better companion....perhaps.
My imagination ran wild... pictures of ridiculous expectations churned itself in a blurry motion that I felt a tornado has just ran havoc in my mind. I started to feel dizzy as the darkness started to twirled slowly, as if hypnotizing me in a long, crazy trance that I wished I could lock myself away from it...
'Do it!' the feminine voice started to sharpen in a dangerous click of tongue. 'Open your eyes of ignorance, open your mind to the truth and your will to reality! Then, you will see the world as it is...'
I clenched my teeth and bit onto my lips hardly that I thought I felt a pool of blood glided around my tongue. As much as I felt disgusted by its 'metallicity', I felt comfortable with it, compared to the pressure the voice exert at me.
Finally, I made up my mind!
I had it!
I had it with this darkness thing... It may has been my companion at my darkest time and perhaps has been the ear to my problems and even the shoulder for me to cry on.
But...
How about the other side?
How would the other side be?
How it is like to see with my own two eyes, rather than seeing it with my ears, nose, touch and imagination?
Perhaps, the grass on the other side is greener...
Perhaps, then, I can see the height of the mountain, the depth of the ocean and even the beauty of a lavender garden spread from one horizon to another...
Then, it happened...............................
The grip on the grass loosen, feeling its soft leave trailing across and around my fingers and finally, off my hand, leaving it damp in the cruelty of cold wind.
A sense of melancholic wrapped my heart.
A sense of sadness entrails my will.
But a sense of curiosity drove them away, wrapped my mind and heart into a selfish, self-centered thoughts to abandon 'those' what has been with me for god knows how many days, months or even years, for the possibility of 'reality'...
And finally, the dead-knot at the back of my black blindfold snapped...
The tight blindfold wrapped around my eyes has suddenly loosened and brushed down my cheek and finally landed softly on my lap...
Tick...Thump
Tock...Thump
Tick...Thump
Tock...Thump
My heart beat in a fast tattoo as my mind counted the second passed since the blindfold has snapped....
Finally, with the curiosity and the left-over valiant stored in me, I open my eyes...
and gasp!
... sweats
... regret
... heartbroken
... tears
and finally darkness consumed me...
This is not what I expect....
This is not what I want....
Tthis is not what I abandon for....
The reality is too harsh...too cruel...too...too 'real', that the barren-ness of it stick a stake through my heart and soul, and dragged me into the road of misery.
My imagination crashed, my dream bubble popped and finally, my consciousness failed and the last sound I heard is the last draw of my dying breath...
...
Thump... Thump... Thump...
Now, the darkness will be my permanent, sole companion.
Living off,
Pararae
DATE:Friday, July 26, 2013
TIME:{10:56 AM }
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