Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Melancholia

Baggy eyes, wrinkles and chapped lips. It could clearly be seen as he stares at his own reflection on the old and dusty mirror. His fingers shake, bringing the rusty razor-blade wobbling to his skin in zig zag lines. His tears speed down on his face like shooting streak down skies.  This boy has abandoned the love for his body and as he slices that soft thin epidermis, he gasps.
Out of regrets, mentally traumatized, he talks to himself
“What have I done? I’m now a criminal!”
The water keeps on falling to the palm of his hand as he forgot to close the water pipe. He washes his face with the water that have the smell of an iron. He cries again as he remembered how his beloved angel dumped him, how his friends turned their back at him and how he accidentally murdered his own teacher.  His mind suddenly starts to blur, and then it fades into pitch black. Suddenly, the memories of a few hours ago came back at him.
The morning dew starts to fall from it’s fresh green leaves, the birds are happily singing and the sun rises up. He came out from his house and starts his journey to his torture dungeon, school.
“Looks like I’m early today” Him while whistling.
Arrive at school, attending the classes like he always do every day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until the recess time, his girlfriend suddenly sends him a message, that they can no longer be together and they should stop seeing each other.  Not satisfied with the text, he quickly run as fast as lightning, trying to find the girl, but what shattered his heart the most is, the girl is currently eating, laughing and having fun with another guy. Now he knows that he has been dumped. Tears start to fall from his eyes and dampen his cheeks.
The school bell rang again, to show that the break was over,  everyone hurriedly went to their respective classroom. But not for this boy, he walks slowly like the time was slowed down. Of course, he reach the class a bit late from the others.  The teacher shouts at him but the boy didn’t give any responses, he continue walking to his desk like nothing happens. Making the teacher turned into a mad bull and the teacher slap him.
The boy’s anger surfaces, like been possessed by an evil demon he shouts back at the teacher. Much to startles the teacher but it doesn’t end like that. The boy have gone really mad, losing his mind he strangles the teacher with both of his hand. Causing the teacher too meets her death. The whole class have gone panic. The scene was ugly indeed.
The boy suddenly regain back his consciousness but it’s a little bit too late, the crime has already been committed. He is still inside of his bathroom. Suddenly, he could hear a knock from the door. He is down to the wire, it’s the police and he is very sure of it.

“Time to face my judgement” With a faint smile and low voice, he walks away and surrendered himself to the police.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Missing You

Do you miss me like I miss you,
Do you ever think about me,
Even just for a seconds,
I want to meet you,
That's all I need.

I hope you're happy,
Smiling like you always does,
Cause yours could soothe the pain,
That I couldn't bear any longer.

Your laughs,
Your smiles,
Your perfumes,
Your presence,
Is what I ever need.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Heart Vacancy

Somewhere beyond the horizon, away from the peninsula.Love itself will emerge someday.The thoughts of that keep lingers in her head.Being single for 22 years is not cool or that's what she thought.

"Why is it so hard for me to find someone whom I could truly love?"She talks to herself.

Depressing, she turns off the light and darkness starts to roam inside the room. As fast as lighting she pull off her blanket.Immediately she falls asleep. Fade to nothingness, her vision becomes dead.

Away from the reality, closer to the fantasy.The scenery becomes somewhat different, beautiful flowers all around her, freshly bloomed tulips or orchids everywhere. A scent of roses in the air, assaulting her tiny nostrils.

"Utopia? This must be a dream"Firmly believes that, she quickly walks toward an old hut that's not far away from the garden.

Weird enough,the closer she got to the hut, the stronger the scent of the roses. *knock* *knock* she knocks the door.

"Anybody home?" Asking with curiosity.

No answer, frustrated she walks away.A few steps, suddenly a sound of a door opening could be picked up by her eardrums. She look back and yeah the door have been opened. But by who? She could swear that there's no one inside that small worn down hut.

Curiosity kills the cat but ignorance could also kill oneselves.She muster her courage, walks slowly towards the door.Just a few steps more and suddenly she could hear a voice.

"Come on in my lovely princess, we got a very delicious roasted duck for dinner here".

Whose voice is that? Creepy, very scary.The inside couldn't be seen, , It's pitch black even though it's sunny outside. Believing it's only a dream she walks in.

A very handsome young man currently there at the dining table.Greets her with a warm smile. Awkwardness on her face. Not sure whether to reply that or not.He offers the dishes to her but she immediately reject it.

"Isn't this your favourite dish?" The guy with a strong confidence.

How did he knows about that? Who is he? Confusing the girl, a typhoon on her mind.

"Do you have amnesia darling? Do you remember who I am? "

"Who are you? How do you know who I am? How do you know about my favourite? With unsatisfied looks she answers.

With a sour face the guy replied, "Maybe it's not the time yet".

And with that she awakes from her slumber.Full of questions, What is that dream? Just who is that guy?

Thinking

About to drop Mortem Venatus.Too hard for me and I'm already ran out of idea.Maybe I should something much simpler and relaxing next time. ;)