Time passing, days closing,
Its that easy to be lost in thoughts.
Guilt crushing, my walls are tumbling,
Left with a bridge I dare not cross.



For a wallflower;
Like you,
Like me,
We don't always fit in.
In the madding crowd,
You'll somehow feel lonely.
Even when you have fun,
You'll start to worry;
Of the lurking darkness,
Always ready to jump on you,
Only waiting to pin you down.


With those fear in your eyes,
You made me believe,
I'm not alone.
Someone out there is also screaming,
Begging to be freed from sadness,
Wishing that the worry would stop,
And here I'm telling you,
You are no longer alone.

-HIY

Trusting her with a book of spells,
With all the knowledge of destruction for yourself,
Teaching her each and every incantation,
Letting her be to practice it all.
Even if there's no certainty that she won't use it on you,
But you are willing to bear the pain if that is what she wants,
Because you know you are willing to give your entire soul to her.

Now that's a great sacrifice for someone.
To be able to give your all to the person you truly care.


-HIY

Of course I am afraid,
The thought of it trembles my already weakened knees,
I am not sure of which I am more afraid of,
The thought of me losing you,
Or the thought of him winning you.
Either way,
You'd never be mine.


-HIY

You kept pushing me back,
Kept breaking me down,
Shattering me as soon as you see an opening,
Blocking off all possible approach.

It's not me who broke your trust,
It's not me who broke my words,
I've been only trying to fix what I didn't break,
So why am I to blame?

You said you need time,
But you've been wasting yours,
I'm not asking to forget,
I'm asking to accept,
and finally move on

You might think that its better to handle it alone,
without burdening people of your own,
But please don't forget,
you also deserve some happiness that I'm helping you to get.


-HIY

She sits there in the corner,
All torn and broken,
Afraid of who might come through the door,
Trembling to even the slightest sound,
Terrified of world behind the door.

She would stay wake,
Maybe days; perhaps weeks;
Might even get to months,
Worried that they would take her,
If she falls asleep.

A figure came running through the door on a silent night,
Saying that there's a way out,
While pointing at the windows,
He said jump,
He said now.

She ran crashing through the windows,
Falling through the 6 floors apartment,
Face first to the concrete,
Head smashed like a rotten fruit,
And that was the end of her.


-HIY

This room is only substantial when
the light hits the clock face
and casts a second sun onto the ceiling,
its single eye unblinking,
tireless as time. It watches me as
I watch its handless face
from the floor of this weary, weary room,
for this is where I lie.

I am waiting for the light.
I am waiting for the third sun
to annihilate the window and the mirror
and the clock face. I am waiting for
my body to be cauterized, my hair to be burnt
and to vacate like a shadow
in the dark. I am waiting,  
for this is where I want to lie.

This room is no longer substantial.
The curtains are drawn, a thin sheet
to forestall the burn of light
I am waiting for. I sit at the desk,
as I wait, professing onto pages,
for this is where I lie.