And set forth a vision of my memory
I stare into the ghostly reflection
Of one I know nothing of
I raise my hand, and touch her palm
And I look deep into her eyes
The eyes of hollow nothingness
But then the eyes, they go wet
And a puddle of regret and despair
Envelope the vast emptiness
And one drop overflows
And then, there was no more
She stares back. Damnation.
Fear? Somewhere deep within
But too overwhelming to be longer felt
And so she sits.
The cycle repeats in her mind.
Lost in the events of yesterday.
And of tomorrow.
Do we burn our hearts,
like one may burn in hell?
Do we cut our morality,
like one may cut its flesh?
How lovely may sin be
Holy time of hidden ghosts
When monsters are locked away
We release our own.
And you may not feel
the disappointment, the doom
For all you feel is pleasure
But what does she feel?
And what do I?
And which is which?
She craves for more
She enjoys the lovely sin
But I hate it
I despise it
And I and her, we are different
We are two matrices
trapped in one form.
And you..You know not of how I feel..
You may not sympathize.
For all you know, is the foolish happiness
Blinded by lust and lovely sin.
Leave me.
For you know not of how you destruct me.
And never return.
For you know not of how the memory of you burns me.
originally written by,
asha kim
2337
30th August 2010
