The effect of resisting the power of hypnotism
because the beholder wants to see the end

He
patiently waited until it stopped
He
stared like it was the only thing mattered on Earth
He
offered even just a minute of himself to see through it

But the thing is
No one penetrates a pendulum
Because it is Hard..
Solid.. Steel

But he did it…
With his ability to look at it like a kryptonite

The pendulum suddenly made
An involuntary halt

Eye to eye
The beholder and his pendulum
Penetrated each other for a time
They can only know…

It growls-
louder and stronger every minute.

This wild monstrous beast caged inside my body.
Devouring every part of me. It’s lurking my being and I’m afraid it will penetrate and eat my soul.

There it is! I can see it! Its ****** eyes focused on me. It laughed. A demonic laugh.

“Fear”, it said.

Now it’s going into that hidden and darkest part of me.
Fear.
I feel it through my veins and it makes me numb.
Fear.
This untamed beast. It’s getting furious!
****! They’re growing now.

Oh God! What would I do? Stab these beasts till they die?
Fear.
What if I die? It can’t be! What about my dreams? My plans? My future? Persons I care the most? They’re expecting me!
No! I cannot die with my own horrible beast!

Then, it comes to me. This fearsome hideous monster! It held them. The people I love. No! Please! Let go of them!
Yes. I need not fear for they grow beneath me. I need to save them.
But God I’m terrified!

No. I need to **** these monsters inside me with my own hands now.
“Fear”, it said.

Then the beast laughed endlessly.
Looking directly with its ****** eyes mocking my whole being, I pointed the sword to my heart. With tears flowing in my cheeks, I stabbed myself.

I woke up perspiring and agape.
Then I was left hanging in oblivion.

Thy sweet scent of rose petals in the book
Melts with the letters through its flipping pages,
Patterns of beauty and fragrance took,
The breath beneath the speaking lines of ages;
If these petals stayed through the years,
Will their lovely scent proclaimed my love to thee?
And the book who witnessed thy petals’ tears,
Will it be purged by the lines we longed to keep?
Like these fragments of roses confined through words,
Leave dark traces of circled loss and love
So is life sings with sweet lines and bitter chords,
Infinity remains underneath our feelings and above;
You are, my love, were these traces of petals,
In our book of love, they will forever last.