steps to the right, 1 step up, turn left and walk 4 steps up; enter
It was the day, you were murdered by the person
called 'Death.' All the love, you recieved before seemed
drip down off the knife, and your chest seems so hollow now.
It was if we were slowly leaving from the inside of your heart,
in a single file line; I have been finding you in polaroid
-graphs, hoping some map would lead me to the trace of the
gushing wind that hit me when I was told you were gone.
Taken away from our grasps, you were gone from this world.
You see, you were always the person who smiled in photographs,
smiled during the pain and smiled when you cried for home
when we were still young, I could remember the blood rushing
to your heart as it pump against your lungs. I can always
the air exchange through your lungs to your trachea and larynx.
I only know, it has been a while since I took a breath now. I
that other people has fled away in their cars and ran away but
spent my past days, raising up a glass of a cold void.
I only know I have spent days, using my veins hoping; it'll
me to the borders of the countries where I found you. Parts of
in the boy who sang his heart out, the girl who had the part of
in her smile; it felt as if your voice was held back behind her
It was only felt like yesterday where I broke down in front of
I have always been committed. Never in murder, I slowly
Death had always been lonely like me, but worse. I slowly
that some people's brillance can't be shown to light
forever to be
only covered by darkness. I only wish to find the parts of you, I
7 steps right, 4 steps up, turn right, 8 steps forward now, now