Staring At The Distant Darkness Of Life

Tears flowing down my cheeks
Heart numbingly still pushing itself to work
Staring at the blackness of light
Clutching myself in vain of it all

Four weeks of illusion, I was ecstatic
Four days beside you, I was in eternity
Four minutes of telephone call, I’m in the pit of darkness
Four seconds of you in my mind, I’m drowning in tears

My loving comrades warned me
About the possibility of hurting my emotions
Oh Yes! They know my story
Every detail that made me smile
Every instance that made my day worthwhile
Every word that I long for me to be yours
Even the Almighty and Powerful One, receives my prayers for you

All was in blur and vague, I know
But still, I held on to that irrational pleasure though
The enchantment of the rising mystique
Makes magic a loving entity for keeps

This year of the ox is for the books
The last couple of months which it took
Pity, nine is my favorite number
I will be leaving it with a spirit of sorrow

Sensitivity is the worst part of me
Dealing with it takes me almost forever

Psychedelic hues turn into classic movies
Laughing children into a glass breaking
Lively colored rainbow to a silver-gray mud
Lovingly cared garden to dirty trash mayhem

Pulling you off, hope it will make me forget
Even if I still search for you in the list
Oh how stupid of me
And what an irony it is

Almonds, cocoa and milk make a perfect best friend
To a Lady who had her glass of warm blood
Turned into a cold goblet full of sand

You are the first, which made me drunk for
You are the second, whom I cried for
You are the third, for this annum
And you have a four-letter name, do you follow?

Tired of thinking, I would like to say
A good escape, I think would help for it to go away
Having a feeling like this
Gets me wishing to take a long rest

Curtain of shadow have found its way
Falling myself in to the deep array
Sweetness of ever after and fairy tale now seems so unclear
Downfallen and inks of gutful mistakes and stupidity
Turned as one that is oh so for real
Thick forest of loneliness and a pack full of foolishness;
Are some that is worth for keeping

Funny how a feeling like this makes me so weak
Even if I only sat and stick the telephone unto my ear
As you did all the talking and explaining
While I was left to sink it in and painfully accept all you’re saying

Weird how simple things would make me remember you
Like gazing at my ring with my name engraved
Like seeing shamrock, scarlet and the absence of light
An incandescent flash from a box shaped object

Image of you twinges my scarred heart that’s for sure
Avoiding it, however, is hard to endeavor
Dilemma is experienced when you are talked about
But I need it for me for you to be let out
And be place unto a corridor of forgotten black out