Monday, December 31, 2012 4:32 PM
It's all in my mind.
Curiosity killed the cat. It killed me too.
That suffocating shroud. I thought I was spared from it.
I thought I could live. I thought I was learning to get to my feet again.
Do I credit the strength of your influence or my weakness? To suddenly feel the carpet pulled from beneath my feet, and fall right back into hell- the darkness I'd dragged myself from.
Or perhaps I'd subconsciously created my clutches from dangerous components.
Fool. I tell myself once more, repeatedly, ceaselessly, that I am a fool.
Every time without fail, when I was certain to get cut.
It has been so long, yet so short. And yet, the blade that unconsciously meets my heart retains its fine, polished edge.
I'd never ceased to wish you happiness, but I clearly can't stay around to watch.
Ever heard that songs evoke memories?
I blasted those, louder than I could stand.
Yet as I distracted myself from thinking, the memories couldn't stop surfacing.
Burn my memories to a crisp- they're worthless to you, and suffocating me- by its pure contrast.
Burn them all down, toss their ashes into the wind for no one to notice.
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
How ironic. I wish I could be bled dry, then I wouldn't need to deal with this.
Bleed my heart dry; leave it incapable of wavering again.
Bleed my eyes dry; if only I could exhaust the emotions, maybe I could turn my back with true resolve.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try
To fix you
No one will. All I see is darkness. There won't be anyone, and I won't want anyone.
Tears streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace-
And the floodgates really opened.
Torrents upon torrents, tears that I taste,
Tears that will never reach you.
Just who the hell was I kidding?
One won't recognise the secret hope, the tiniest spark of hope that was foolishly allowed to hang around until the instant its light blinds you with a cry attesting its existance,
then extinguishes-
Casting you back, alone once again.
They aren't real.
I've told myself a million times.
But the fool I am, I let it stay.
Talk about discipline! I really haven't any.
It seems that I haven't a sense of self preservation enough to take the end as it is;
Hard.
Cold.
Bare.
Empty.
The songs' words are mine, but I don't hear my voice in them.
They are still too calm, too much at peace.
The peace that eludes me.
The late hour lost its meaning too.
The first time I slept with my earpieces on.
But sleep never delivers us from the cold that festers within.
I'd die for you, but I won't live for you.
Dying is too easy.
I'd die for
you, but you won't
let me live for you.
Fortunately for me, I know one who won't have me die.
Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel.
Isn't that why we seek to run away from our emotions?
What's left here?
Isn't it cold?
For self preservation, we build ice prisons to enclose the ingredients of tragedy.
So who the hell was I kidding?
Our fates have crossed, but for the future, we will be leagues apart.
So very, very far.
You'll forget me before I forget you.
You've forgotten me before I've forgotten you.
We recognise the weakness called emotions,
and we throw ourselves at its feet during happiness,
throw ourselves at its mercy during our misery.
I just noticed as I distracted myself with anime.
It is for the same reason that Inuyasha and Naraku sought to transform with the Shikon.
But from the lessons learnt,
one has to overcome them on their own.
I have to get over on my own.
Kagome was lucky. It could so easily be a tragedy for her.
Labels: Deep Emotions