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Peril in Menacing Throb
Poignant of the Broken Memory
Wielding Katana
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Forgotten Melody
Gift of Immortality
Perhaps...Love is Another Word to Express Hatred
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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Valuing My Life
A night sky full of cries
Hearts filled with lies
The contract - is it worth the price?
A soul pledged to the darkness
Now I've lost it
I know I can kill
The truth exists beyond the gates...
- Howling, Abingdon Boy School
I'm falling...
I'm falling...
I'm falling...
I keep hearing whispers inside my head. It won't stop, nor will it go away.
The time is slowing down and I feel as if I am landing on a soft cushion of feathers.
But I wonder...why haven't I reach the bottom?
It's been awhile...perhaps, awhile too long. The journey is a long way down...
I smile how beautiful my hair stood upward and danced to the rhythm of the wind.. Some of it slapped my face, but for that I did not care...
For I know, I am falling.
I tried to move my fingers. Perhaps, I can take a look at it for one last time. The fingers that resembles the like of my mother's. The one that I like and cherish. But no matter how much force I put into the muscle, my fingers just would not budge. At the corner of my eyes, I can see my fingernails are turning blue. I've never seen such color before, it is much more blue than the ocean deep or the color of blueberry that I used to bake with. It seems almost black...perhaps dark blue fits the color, but somehow, I got the feeling that even dark blue are far more inferior than it.
As much as I wanted to cry for it's eccentricity, my mouth just curled into a tight smile and slowly, my eyes close at the blurry image of it.
Pictures of my past start to flash across my head. Starting with the time when I was a child and my mom would feed me my favorite Nestle. I could see how happy she was and the feeling tinted into my heart as my eyes twinkled at the sight of her smile.
'I see. This is how the clip of my flashback life looks like? I wonder if all dying human could see their's.'
The clip stops short before a blurrier ones appear. I could not remember the look of the person looking at me, but I can hear her vividly.
"Para, we can do this. We'll stick through it ok! So, don't give up on me."
My smile curls wider. I knew this clip. It's the time when we first climb the tallest tree behind my grandparent's backyard. I could still remember how old folks would make up ghost story about the tree. I used to be afraid of it, until my friend told me to climb it. As much as my stomach twisted at the idea, the assuring smile of her's guide me through and finally, when we reached the top...the view struck me. I wonder if ever I'm going to see the color o the rising sun as clear as I did on the tree. After a few days, we built a tree-house on top of it and started to visit much often. Slowly, the picture of horrifying ghost that the old folks made up disappear from my mind. I should thank her, if ever I would see her again after this...which I doubt strongly.
Suddenly, a gush of sadness engulfed me. The feeling of being abandon, useless and loneliness, which I once appreciated for it brought me into the solace of random tranquility. But, it started to chocked my breath, like a fine silk cloth that hung tightly onto my neck. The feeling was terrible, suffocating and yet...so inviting. The taste of death, one might say. But for me, this is the taste of a new life. From a drop of crystal tear, it turns into a stream of endless river as my cheek soaked from its persistence.
This is it. I knew it. The bottom is near. I can see now...how one would face death. This is it. I'm falling deeper into the mouth of nothingness and soon, this slow, dragging journey would stop.
My stomach makes a flip and my throat tastes bitter. I can feel a burning acid is pouring into my mouth as a jolt of nausea filled my throat like a flaming mercury.
The end is near...the end is here...
Now, let's end this journey. I open my eyes and took the last picture of the darkening sky above me, before I uttered my last prayer.
"God, if I would ever be reborn. Please...please, let me be a crow. For that I can see this sight again."
With both of my arms limp by my side, my legs hang upward with speed invisible rope and my hairs started to fold in front of my face, blocking my sight...I finally make a contact.
THUD!!!
Silence...
Everything is so silent...
Has death no voice???
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"Painful," the first word comes into my brain.
Extremely painful... the words continue...
I didn't know that death could be so painful, but at least it was over and I can move on...
Yes, I could move on...After all, there's nothing to weep about. My life is nothing more than just a blank paper sweeping the floor, or a seed that was never stem.
Emptiness fill me with nothing but darkness...Darkness, my most loyal companion, my best friend and my other side.
Now, we can be together...forever, if it needed be.
Now, let me begin this dance of death, which tainted with the bleakness of blood and agony...A dance which will paint the history of the underworld, with nothing but misery and torment...
"If I may, I would wrap myself with the embrace of death with its claw still bared."
Dancing me,
Pararae
DATE:Friday, July 26, 2013
TIME:{10:55 AM }
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