A single memory could easily take me back to that certain place Cold, dark and menacing I guess my heart could never bear the weight of the past. Without falter, it follows It watches me fall into despair And I surrender to it everytime For I am weak, always have been. I still remember the… Continue reading Tempus
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Lolo
You are the memory I wish I do not forgetThe summer days we spent together, talking to the wind, not caring about anything elseThe favourite blue coat you used to wearStill etched on my mind. We used to have long walksYour footprints guided my every stepThe trees we used to sit under, all forgotten nowBut… Continue reading Lolo
Exul
A sharp pang of brusque pain blistered his weakened skinHis frail body shivered to the echo of the hostile darknessHis empty stomach growled with intense hunger and famine. Barefooted, he walked the streets marked by malevolenceClothed barely, stripped of humanityIn his shadows lingered the stench of death. Dead man on the inside, mortally decayed.Abandoned by… Continue reading Exul
Ocean
She's pretty, young and innocent Everything you ever wanted Your smile is different when you're with her There's a certain sparkle in your eyes I didn't see before. I threw all my love letters away, they're meaningless now The titles in my poems are now just a figment of the past you didn't know There… Continue reading Ocean
The Saddest Cure
A vague silhouette of a woman woke me up in the middle of the night. Her deep bellows sent a familiar fear in my whole body, I froze. I peeked through the window, shivering, holding my breath, careful not to make a sound, the silence brought an atmosphere of sadness, I felt it. It was… Continue reading The Saddest Cure
The Lunar Curse
I catalyzed a deceitful identity to be an instrument of revenge, a fictitious personality made to hunt and destroy. I had one purpose; To bring havoc and annihilation. My mission was meticulously planned, there would be no trace, no clues, no mistakes, no breadcrumbs. Your destruction was the only vestige left of my existence. I… Continue reading The Lunar Curse
The Visitor
It's been 45 minutes since I found myself hiding under the bed, curled up in a fetal position, shivering in fear, disoriented and confused. The knock on the door didn't stop. The sound of imminent death is terrifying. It followed me here, it watched me go to sleep, it preyed upon my trepidation with haste… Continue reading The Visitor