Chapter I: Act III: 3Months, 10Days…

This is no piece of poetry, neither it’s a try to write something that rhymes… it’s just a mess of mere rawness that went across his heart… 3Months, 10Days… R.I.P.

And here i read your lines
as they were mine..
places exchanged…
and all is set for the journey…
the journey.. away from you…

no more blood shall run through my veins
for it has flew away
on the wings of wind, and fate

no more light shall enter my eyes… nor heart
for the only light i had, is lost in the dark…

shall i not feel the beauty of the world again… nor sense it at all
for the only beautiful creation of God…
can no more feel me…

are u there…. are you!!
or shall i not ask for a lifetime
cause even the words are no more worth spoken…
as if they are not being told to you…
…

“But now I don’t see you anywhere.
Cause the time stopped.
And I wish I could say that we were going in circles”

but we’re going nowhere…

“My own life is standing still.
…And though we’ve traveled far together,
the last distance must necessarily be traveled alone….”

how could you think of all these things…
have you been in me… deeper than i thought

“of course no…”
howls a God besides my foot…
and lifts me… up to hell
“You had your share of Heaven..
for which you shall payback…
oh thee ugly filthiness…”

i had a share of heaven…
more than that i deserve…
so shall no mercy fall upon me…
for i everly am..
so soft, so ugly… so useless…

and now you’re gone…
and now i’m back…
to my former state…
a heart of stone… ‘still too soft
an image of God… ‘still… uglier
and a bunch of words… so empty… so useless…

so fool…

H.Q.
23:25
11 Oct. 2005