When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Monday, September 01, 2003
A hundred and one ways to kill him
A thousand and one words to stab him
When love turns into hate
It's scary
No doubt feelings and emotions do fade away in time. After a while, you start wondering why a particular person can still cause such real hurt and pain. It's not the lack of love and affection that hurts, but more because LONELINESS is playing games with one's heart. Resentment often spawns from the frustration that loneliness inevitably brings. Don't worry about a maniac lurking around. I'm fine. I just need... to let off some steam. Hearken to my cries.
10:31 AM
Softly Killed
My love for him so real
The hurt he brings does kill
Sorrow soars
Insanity roars
For oblivion, I kneel
Is that how words are played with in a poet's mind? I was just lying on my bed, face down, reminiscing the final, and decisive conversation I had with him last night. Every word reverberating in my skull; every emotion gnawing and gnashing away at the walls of my broken heart. Each line brings about such unbelievably excruciating pain, "a fibre in my brain does tear". Those lines above miraculously started to ring, over and over again, like an annoying ping-pong ball bouncing to and fro in my head. Words of sadness simply have this innate tendency to go together.
My mind is not at ease. Gimme some time.
That was what he told me. "At ease"? And I mean, "AT EASE"? Rehakan-diri? With so much torment and tribulations raging in my mind, and he is only a little strayed from being "at ease"? If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, may the people around me beware. I might breathe out fire and spew deadly venom. I love, and I'll kill.
10:14 AM
