Twisted
I looked at myself at the broken mirror still hanging upon the dark walls of the room. My room was dark, perhaps I wanted it this way. The half-open window welcomes the moon’s light into this black tavern. I felt my hand. I felt pain.
Sham was a nice girl. I remember the scent of her hair as I gently caress her hair in these hands of mine. I remembered to smile everytime we were together. I forgot all things that run through my mind each night. We used to go out and shre things about ourselves. things that made me feel human and get out of the shell of apathy. Ahh yes.. I remember that. Indeed I was Apathy.
The sound of broken glass echoed in the shadows of the room.
*Drip* *Drip*
When there’s happiness, there is pain. And I was so happy and for a second I forgot everything. Now there’s pain and it is enveloping my heart as fast as water filling up and rushing to every space in an empty glass. Perhaps it is moving too fast. Almost filling up my heart.
I looked at myself at the broken mirror still hanging upon the dark walls of the room. I felt my hand. I felt blood. I felt pain.
Water pouring in too fast can never fill a cup to the top..
And so with what’s left of me, I descend into the darkness of the night. With apathy and sanity in my head. Happiness and pain in my heart. I closed my eyes and the view of my room began to fade eventually to pitch black.
..sorry..
Comment by Shamai Maranguit — May 22, 2008 @ 6:05 pm
hehe okie lang woie.. i just let my imagination run on this one and wrote this in the process.. =)
Comment by Bryan Inno — May 23, 2008 @ 1:58 pm