Just,
just a second,
just a single second
I need...
Wait!
Just,
just don't
slip away,
I'm done now,
I sense it;
I feel it;
I know,
I do,
I do feel
it...
Or,
is it,
just my
imagination?
I...
I know,
I need...
Just,
just a second;
Just
...

Still searching,
still,
still...
I know,
I do know
its here,
but just cant find it.
It's in my hands,
it should be,
but,
but still,
I cant see...
It's just me,
and no one else
knows.
I deserve it,
I need it,
still,
still,
still searching...
I am scared...
Scared
...

(Part 01) - The Shattering

There's not much left of it,
for darkness has overruled the throne;
Not a single dew drop survives on the leaves;
All dried, deep brown, scattered
over the infertile dirt,
covered with
crimson blood,
which once held
silence in its hands...
The decayed skeletons
lying at the center of the dead leaves
with cracked bones are visible
to the naked eye...
Not a single man ever returned
from this land of the unknown.
Only the wind that blew
through the woods
knew its long
lasted
peace has
come to an
end.
The wind himself,
now has left alone with
the ashes that have been
stitched to every bark
where
life
redeemed
long ago...

"Is he back?"
I asked my friend,
"He's so irritating,
yes, yes, I know,
his neck does
possess an
incredible
twisting skill,
almost 150 degrees,
and that's making
me so uncomfortable,"
I said,
with a sense,
that my body
would no sooner
have defects in
cooperating
with the
organs
in the
usual way.
I felt my pulse rate
increasing from
97-99-100-110!
'Hold on!',
I commanded
my brain this
time.
'Why do I
bother, if he's
just smiling at me?
I even don't like him..."
I convinced to my mind,
but my heart neglected.
'Oh, come on, now,
seriously, I don't
think about him,
no, I don't'...
I couldn't concentrate
on it after all,
as in somewhere
in my stomach,
I heard a
low grumble.
'Alright, oh, fine!
you win, yes, yes,
you are totally right,
its not his smile that's
making me mad,
its my tension
that hides in
my lips,
that makes
me smile,
which, of course,
I am not trying to
let out...'
It wasn't getting
better at all,
I began
to realize,
talking to
myself would
make me
sick.
"Is he back again?"
Once more,
I asked my friends.
We all were sitting together,
but I was staring at an
empty wall, while
they saw what's
all happening...
We stared at opposite
directions,
as to be
honest,
I didn't
want to look into
his eyes.
That made me
more nervous...
This time,
finally,
they replied,
"No, he's no here".
I let go a sigh
of relief,
and turned back.
Yes, yes, you know
what I am going to say
now,
he was standing
just right behind me,
few inches away,
staring at me,
well, well,
my heart slipped
out my smile,
before my
mind, could
react...