He wandered into her store,

Saunters past while being aloof,

She notices him, unsure but curious,

She fixated on him, as the music grew louder between them.

C'est la vie.

Let's sing in tune one last time.

Sitting here with heartache

Heart's gone bleeding all over again

Over again and I've never felt so sad

Feels like heart's gonna crack wide open

Wide awake again wondering about you


*Please leave a message after the tone.

Her fingers form a prong pushing away an invisible form, thrusting and gyrating in rhythm, the tune I recall now to be hers.
A mix between a cheer, a call to arms, so easy for the tongue to clasp it, yet the heart is made wanting even more.
Her legs sweeping in a semi-circle, lifting the day's burdens away in elegance, in effortless effort.
I stand there, a ******, marveling more than I could ogle.
I found myself treading water, driven to her flame as a moth.
Her joints twisted and fueling the air around her, like trails that seemed to go on forever.

It's wrong. Flowers weren't meant to be picked. Beautiful things wither around me. I'm no good stay away as the moon envelopes her whole.

I can't do this. I want to.
But how is decrepitation in fashion nowadays? Her precipitation filled me with hope, that somehow, I wasn't wrong for this.

you'll always be a better dancer than me.

Your lipstick stain remains on my collar.
Abstract chaos and unquenchable desire stampedes through my veins.
Every breath I take, I suppress this raging impulse to make you swoon, to mark you.
If it was yesterday that made me feel this way, and tomorrow is uncertain, submit as I devour your entirety in my hollowed-out soul.
Perhaps in this cruel mood, this sublime harlot will drown all other thoughts.. save the ******.
The listless fervour, new dew sticky, gumdrops amongst the humdrum.
Inexplicable thoughts short out and fizzle out as the waves from the shores all too familiar
smash again and again.
 Hiccups turned into gasps as measuring standards disappear into a place where electricity takes over.
When the cold days erupt into gardens of dead roses long thought lost amidst secret gardens for a blissful moment where ****, famine, scars and hope all implode for a single moment.
Alas, it is but a single moment, subsiding oxytocin as we turn and face away, and I leave the deed on the dresser.
To walk away and repeat another day, just not with this almost lover.
Shrug it off and return back to your 9 to 5.

Let us be whoever we want to be.

If only to extend this wick which we keep burning through.

Grabbing it all by the hair,

Suspending your belief that it could even happen in the first place.

Ah, a beautiful explanation is due, isn't it?

I'm afraid there's none.

It's your fault.

It's always the eyes that get me.

For a walking black hole of emotion,

I sure keep swirling back to them.

When it's all said and done with,

I've become one of the unthinking majority.

The bones ache again.

Can't seem to dislodge this knife in between my spine, either.

A spark that explodes

The touch that withers

Fires that never die off

Kisses for eyes that close forever

Feet that lose their rhythm

Salves that never heal

Prayers that go unanswered

Justice that is never served

Hate destroying all we have dear

What happens then, when I run out of things to say?

What happens then, when you look me in the eyes and see nothing?

What happens if I tell you I'll bleed for you, and we leave each other bloodied and broken?

What will either of us do, when words become cheaper, more affordable than actions?


What if three a.m never comes, what if we stay awake beside each other with the nightlight on, no longer craving the contours and sweet of each other?

When it's all said and done, won't I just be a creep?

What if I don't become drowsy anymore around you?

When it's all said and done, won't we just get tired of each other?

I refuse to slow down even once.

*Let the afterburn match the aftermath*

The best thing you can do today is tell someone you love them.

We're stuck with words in our throats, never admitting how we feel.


Let it go before it's too late.

Fleeting, dragging me along like
Undertow, no one else knows, yet
Clearly, it's just wishful thinking.
Kings would be thankful for clarity.

We're one with the flame
And we burn with the flame
Til we contract the blame.

His obsession with the pursuit of her

Enough to give one


Pause.


He had built concrete, rods made of rust,
A tower,


So he might be able to peer over the walls she had built.


kissed his scars opened new wounds


A maddening pursuit, he was told.
It couldn't be that the door was closed before it ever was opened.

Could it be?

you think too much.

And then she asked,

Since when did you become such a liar?


I threw my head back, sighing in relief.


Ever since I knew what I had in my hands.


Your heart.

He shuffled and wiped specks from his eyes, peering into the distance, observing the blue eyes hidden behind melanin.

Picking up scrolls of knowledge unbound, dust devils rolling in his wake.

Drew the curtains open, spilling golden cloth unto his being, as he wrapped himself in the fading of the light.


Lightly brushing fingertips onto cobwebs long frayed, rot and decay spread, accelerating time and tense til only dust remained.

Dust and memories of a time where he too, once sat as an equal to a young lord, his visions guiding the actions of a fledgling nation.


Now, all remained slipped through his fingers.


He took strides to the door, taking no time to rip open the door that held him in exile.


The Seer In White had returned.

Love doesn't work like how it does in the movies.


Imagine all the red wine spilt.


And all the sleeping pills taken.


Sepia turns to gray-scale.

Love, a most bitter pill.

Obsession, terrible by itself.
What would make you think I would want any of this?

Just recall, I've never liked your shticks.
Recall, who I came to you as.


One thing still bothers me.
One thing still annoys me.

If feeling this way is good,
Like how you said.



Why do I feel so miserable?

I don't know.

How lucky I have it.


Should I?


Thinking positive thoughts,

Thinking of positivity, without thought.


What will this hunger give way to?


Is this lubricant for the gears of future mechanical dice to roll?


I'm an empty box cut out of ash, of killer queens and suns long set.


I'll gather what I can.

Even burnt out, I am more than I was before.

"It's like you're not letting me in."
Nonsense. You're projecting.

Perhaps you're right.
Of course I am.

But like a circle, these words come back to haunt me.
Yet like the ocean waves, my body came back to me.

You will forget.
I will forget.

When the time comes, our memories will fade, til spring blooms once more.

The intimacy of the memory leaves me shaking with its lack of mercy.

The intricacies of her theory leaves me hungering for delicacies she might have offered.

The original sin was that pride left me a long time before I realised I hungered for only one concept : constant change.

A heavy heart, but a constant weeping, until the day either of us turns back.

Will you?

The first flame slowly flickers out.


No other source of illumination burns.


You gather kindling, desperate to find some sense of security.


The security light brings.


Ash begins to gather on your face.


Forming your very visage, only frozen in place.

The mask of undeniable terror.

Bitter pill
Swallowed down
Like a cuckold
But an accidental one
**** dude
You were right
Men like me exist to be used
Heh
No wonder the disdain.
The gut never lies.

The same old lie.
Choking down with ice cold water
Like a game
But one with scalding oil
**** man
Should've listened to you
Heh
Bring it back down
Back into the eye of the hurricane.

We're running out of skin to cover the brittle fingers, the metal clanging underneath the flesh.


he runs his fingers across her face one last time
she breathes out
it is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted


We're looking into the root cause of the dying emotions, our hearts speaking louder than questions and patterns.


the solid clanging echoing ever so empty in his head
she took what was hers
bring him along
please


We're holding up our hands in surrender, our tears streaming down our faces to get closer to the flame.


the empty space beside him
a quiet day within his mind
the disquiet like empty nights again
she left behind the rain
walking away with his last sunshine

It was always about the next woman.
The next thrill, chase, fire.
No excuses no repentance
Like a wide mouth open devouring everything in the path

The hunger was different, difficult and demeaning.

I'm just a boy playing at being a man
For all the **** it did me.

What I mean what I want what I've been searching for
I found it, or rather it found me.
No one can run from it forever.
Nobody can.

My heart beats for the thrill of the hunt
The adrenaline rush
Palpitations of the skin sliding into the next one's collarbones.

Play with fire and you get burnt.
Become fire itself and watch yourself become an eternal witness to the world burning down around you.

I don't breathe the same anymore.

In peace, feel the rhythms cascade.
In war, fan the flames of passion.


We're not the same anymore
We're not young
We're sinners through and through
Why parley with the Line when you could **** up the Borders?

atrast nal tunsha
i will never find my way in the dark

The king in black has returned

Consumed by the flame that once sustained him

Abandoned his station to buy the last few moments of respite


Now, is he even alive at all?


The king never calls for aid.

And he dies, consumed by the flames of pride.

As rune carvings ran red,

And blood-red eyes began to clear.

Adrenaline entered half-life.

Ash fell from the skies once more.

Greeting the world in crow down.


"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self."


Swept the dusty floor with the steps you taught me, one and half step forward and back.


The sensations caress skin no longer there to feel it, having flaked off time and time ago again.


Where did the time go, if not here?

Where did the sand go, if the tears in your eye weren't caused by it?


We've always been alone.


You made living life a little better.


Goodnight, Lord Janus.

Your presence heralded new beginnings.

And we left the same way we met.

This is what I get.

For holding onto an empty space, with my fingers outstretched to hold something I thought was there.

but it wasn't.


The hot asphalt searing, killing all of my nerves and screaming of how foolish I was.


Oh, that's what I get.


Loving so hard I forgot how it felt to hate myself.

Neurotic ******
Malevolent malice

Why it's come as a surprise?
To think that I was so naive,
Maybe it didn't mean that much,
But it meant everything to me.

Deaden my nerves please.
Hold me so tight I cease to breathe.
Let the burn encompass my being.

Kiss me,
Kiss me again.

Love me,
Love me again.


Love me so hard
I cease to exist

He rises
And he takes control of one last joy spreading through my cooling corpse.

You.

I don't know what it is that I see in you.

Neither do I know how that this came to be.

These logistics demand that the evergreen status of my mind request the answer to it.

But as for me, I've decided.
I'll stop fighting.

I'll let these waves caress my skin.

I'll indulge myself in these feelings.

Maybe one day I'll wake up and realise it was but an illusion.

A dream.

An inception born from a desire to connect.

But then again.

From my desire, there was surrender.
From my gradual surrender, power.

I love you.

Rhythms crawl on my skin
Feelings unabashedly kiss my forehead
Sweat pours down the spine
Ah. Unrequited and flawed, a secret I'll take to church and leave there.
Getting closer yet so much more farther.
I'll never cash out on this.
Curvature of her spine calls to me, the
fingers clasping where she stood.
Never will I go through with how I feel.
She's no good for me.
And perhaps, she knows that.
Her tune starts up.
And for a moment, I only know her smile.
Unwritten and unspoken, the way I like it.
Breathe her in, and exhale.

The one who observes, the one who rules.

The one who dominates, the one who conquers.

The one who pushes forward, the one who never lost.

The one who lingered, the one who planned.

The one who led revolutions, the one who extinguished strife.

The one who paused, the one who waited for his time.


And he lived.
Oh, above all he lived.

The only thing he's ever done,

Oh so tired of all the wrongs

A little more.

Every day.

Kept falling apart and.

Slipped away.

Something so much more simpler than anything else - void of thought, void of want - just the two of us

Even if my life should be snuffed out tomorrow,

For sanity's sake,

I cannot reach out to you anymore.


A stage where the state of best conditions, and good intentions brought ruin.

I'll use this pain, to create the world I always wanted.

Your ash, my embers.

My dark soul, your dying flame.

I wish things could've been easier.
It seems I used up all my shooting star wishes, wishbones and eyelash wishes.


Wishful thinking, wishy washy hopes that somehow without saying a word or muttering a wish everyone would be alright.

I used my prayer for you.
If it wasn't my time to be in your life again, bells would chime and I'd walk away.


But enough talk.

Swish you go.

Now, do I have your attention or should I fuel your apprehension?

You should stop looking too much into what you dream.
They're more akin to a waking nightmare.

Their skin. Their waists. Their movements.

Intoxicating, aren't they?

Now that you've come up to breathe.

Now that you're on dry ground again.

You are not Icarus.

And they are not the Sun.

You know what you felt.

A great amount of suppression of lust.

But the fire, oh the fire.

Rouse yourself.

Douse the flames.

A soft silky smooth thread falls into your hands again.

Let it go.

Onenitis struck me like the lightning bolt that blew up in my face, like thunder that followed.

You should know, by now.

Underneath the skin, well.
We were all made for some people.

And some of us, for only one in the end.

You walk into lives, clenched fists
You stray into lives, clenched fists

She tells him her story
He tells her his tale

We wander into souls, open-shut eyes.
We float into souls, closed-circuit minds.

A glass offered to ghosts
A dreamy interlude

They left us, with bleeding hands.
Left you, with broken bones that will never heal.

Her perfect circle.
His vicious cycle.

Your expression is all the taste I need.

With the orange gumdew drops on my tongue

Crackling firecrackers on the sinew

All drugged up with euphoria

Expectation to shove you off after I'm done with you.

Caressing your cheek til the morrow

Til yellow corona peeks over the flat body of water


Watch you turn and leave

Feel the pit of my stomach churn but lips clamped shut with how I feel

like yellow dandelions bursting to soar away forever.

The eighth in a long line of failures,

Luring all he could use to build his empire of rust.

Lusting after impossible trajectories,

Trachea wheezing in sorrow,

Rowing down the empire of rust.

This pain I feel, it's beautiful.
This pain I feel, it's magnificent.

An odd sense of humour, life has.

This closure I have, soul-rattling.
This closure I sought, psychedelic.

No more tears with my years.
No more fears with my years.

I flew too close to the sun.
Now for my own good.

No more.

What do you know about the demons that visit us at night?
What do you know about the song that sings when two souls meet?

So you say, that I'm bad to the bone.
So you say, that I'm good for nothing.



What do you know, of being you then?

The girl who printed my heart out on paper, you have my heart.


Your eyes kept scouring for me, yet I remained deliberate aloof : I was tugging on your strings just as hard as your eyes bore holes in my back.


But hey, the black noise covering us was all we needed to look at each other.


That was the closest I've ever come feeling like me : feeling like the boy who once cherished moments like that.


And oh boy, she wants me dead.

Asked if we could become friends, but after the flurry that happened in front of her eyes, answer was no.

No.
No.


Chuckle


It's all a game to me.
Even though she slips away from my fingers, I live for the moment.

Riddle me this.

I am every bad day you had.

I am every tear you never shed.

I am the bullet in the gun you never fired.

I am the light you sought, only to realise the brilliance within isn't too much brighter than the shadows without.

I am every bad thought you ever had.

I am the shaking of the wrist, the trembling of the fist.

I am the silence in the trees.


What am I?

Recognising the signs of attachment in him,

Jim bought out his handy dandy notebook.

Noting down the signs, taking inspiration from it but shaking on his feet, the feelings were too intense.

Pretense was, he wouldn't get involved at all. That he'd walk away unscathed, that he'd be able to laugh about it while bragging about the good times.


Time and again, he had been shown.
There was no laughing about this.

"Until you became the air in my lungs, the symphony between our steps,
The echoes of your voice in my ears,
The soft embrace of night over day.
You have become, second nature."

"Before, I was one. Now I am less than one, but so much more with you."

You'd guessed right : we grew cold the longer we weren't in touch.

Our skin's set ablaze, childishly believing we were destined.


Who would've known, the difference between lust and love?


A gnawing ache either way.

This high wears off
Heart is wrenching free
Even though I know it's wrong

Enter temptation, sweep into my door.
Never the same, always different forms.
Dragging my frail faith into the mud.

Oh, what ever shall I do now?
Forgive me. I am weak. Always.

Mind cracks, flesh submits, eyes weep.
Either I lose myself or this sensation..

Forever.