Tarpauline of Gabag 2009

Feverish Love

Feverish Love

by: DOS

The pain of seeing you makes it harder. My anguish hardens my heart, sealing all traces of my emotions inside this black broken heart. Sleepless nights with spikes of agony grips my throat and engulfs every molecule of my being. Are you that special that I lost control of myself? You brought me down and showered me with regret of not loving you. Losing myself in this maze of happiness and uncertainty, you are my only shining star that illuminates the path and drifts me every corner along the way. You are the ink in my pen that makes me write as I bleed every second of the day.

Soon, my writings flew up the sky, and purged the darkness inside my heart. But as I remember you, my frail wings were raptured by the slowly spreading sadness that covered my entity. As I fall from the sky, I remember the happy moments we had. But every second, these memories fade like the winter breeze, and soon, caged my soul in a prison of fear and uncertainly. Will our future converge with one another? As I fall, would you catch me? With your white wings and heavenly grace, breaks my chains, and banish every inch of sorrow and despair? But what my future holds is short of superstiton infected with hope. What tomorrow lies is very grim and melancholy. Because behind these illusions is a room of mirrors that show my real self that awaits my masked self. As words of love flow from my mouth, the flood of hopeless dreams how becomes a river to wash away everything. The white flame is gone. And as I gaze upon the lifeless body of my angel, deep red liquid fills my dark cage. And as the deafening silence fills the air, time seemed to stop. When I finally got a hold of my fragile mind, tears of red were replaced by a lake of true tears that embody all my sadness.

After that fateful night we had, my roller coaster ride became a one-way trip. Perhaps my now dark road will lead to a silent oblivion. For every ounce of joy and happiness died with the wings that made me fly,.. but that is only uncertainty. Because my heart still remembers my angel’s fervent wish - for me to take her wings in place of my own, to fly. Maybe our feverish love was at an end, because now our souls are one, thriving, waiting to be clipped, and for me and my angel to spend eternity together, hopefully waiting. . .

for death.

- ” No matter how fast light travels,

at the end of the day, it finds out

that darkness got there first.”