Those silky hair, that angelic smile, her sweet voice
and the peaceful song that vanish in the moist
while I'm tired, I will continue this losing fight
because the broken promise fades into the light.Trying to paint into the canvas using red color
my mind is not working and I stare at the floor
as the brush fall while I lose my force
because you didn't broke my suicidal purpose.I can die if I cut hard
I cant win even if I use my trump card
as the clouds cover the remaining small light
I can no longer see, darkness block my sightAs the blood surround my fist while I paint
its already fading, the life that I rent
blackened hands holds the brush
paints a beautiful face while in a rushA girl was formed in the canvas while my consciousness fades
its so dazzling, like a shining shade...
I know, she'll smile even if I'm not there
and the painting's title will be...
YOU ARE READING
Departure
Short StoryA simple kiss to break the spell. Your heart precious feelings which i cannot tell. A simple touch i wanted from you. Solitary feeling, forever in blue.......