The
end~
I already couldn't stop what you've started.... The
double-edged sword pill which you have swallowed... 2 separate
paths down the line to meet death... Just different stories to
accomodate the inevitable....
I already couldn't stand the pain which is building up
within you and me.... The sensations which are intoxicating all our
sanity..... The toxin which is slowly tearing us apart... As I've
long seen and predicted it would happen.... But what's the use....?
Foolishness.... You still opted for it just to regret on your
decision......
I hold the book in my hand.... Pages of it tells me stories
of sweet wantings... The rest of it are just burnt and torn
pages.... Seemingly, they are to conspire something... Yet, of
unknown pieces they're made of..... Chapters of all too familar
memories slowly rising up into the air.... Do not take them away
from me....? But please tell me what should I do? If I don't let go
of them and erase them off my head.....? The thought of these acts
alone is already too heavy a burden for my mind to
hold....
Cracks in my head just like cracks in my spirit..... Slowly
it tortures my body just like it's torturing yours.... Why does
death always seems a better option from time to time.....? As it
thickens in the air, every breath just seems so
suffocating....
sick..... I couldn't think straight. It's affecting
everything and everybody. I wish to close this chapter of my life
but I couldn't seems to find its last page. Maybe I'm just sitting
there and keep writing about it.... The pages just get longer and
longer till I'm all lost in it......?
Why... tell me so many things when you've chosen to swallow
the poison? Yet of all the ass I've always seems to be, I'm
actually the one left with the least choices.... I just sat and
watched others burnt up my options until it just numbs me..... At
1st I thought it was a terrifying experience... Later I realised
that maybe I'm just back in hell....? I just watched as they burnt
my skin into charcoals and ashes.... Leaving my broken spirit
behind to suffer the aftermath of it.....
I love you..... Don't say it when you don't mean it they
say. But so what even if you mean it? What difference would it
mean? What help would it do....? I stood by you telling 'I love
you's from the bottom of my heart, watching you as you continue to
dig your grave....
Finally, you've found my buried book. For years, I've
decided to keep it buried. Only years later, decided to share it
with you.... Now, you slowly handed the book over to me. Move in to
lie down on your own grave. Closed your eyes peacefully... Waiting
as I filled in my last words in this chapter.... Carefully choosing
my words... Reciting them out slowly to you as I do.....
