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Monday, July 27, 2009
This has got to be one of the longest piece of literature writing I'd set upon doing for a long time. For some reason, as soon as ink and paper connects, it became hard to stop until I felt that the end is really here. This piece recounts the last moments of a disappointed lover...Taken for a ride
The engine roar rises above all my troubles,
My heart slowly bleeds as I sped along the expressway.
Thinking about your killer of words,
I feel my tires losing grip as I gained speed.
My life had spun out of control,
The moment my love was crushed.
The rising speedometer becomes my clock leading to a resolution,
And I grimly chuckle at my silly illusion.
That smile, that kiss, that promise,
Had all but taken me for a ride.
Here I am on my ride,
Glancing at the device counting down to my extinction.
People call this a joy ride,
But it shall be my last ride.
When I stepped harder on the accelerator,
The glowing backdrop of the city skyline only cynically highlights,
This very imminent fact,
My fuel has run out, I cannot race on much longer.
But neither can I halt to rest,
My brake pedal has been removed by the mechanics of love...
I pondered over your reasons for leaving me,
Behind in this cruel, merciless road.
Where the floodlamps only make me more blind,
Where your face becomes even more blindingly sharp in my mind.
A loveless man will not be able to see the exit of this expressway.
But my soul whispers that there is one way to escape this pain,
Explains that what I'll be doing will not be in vain.
I will be liberated from this endless night.
An insane speed at the next corner will do,
The instant my car merges as one with the wall,
A sear of Agony,
A flash of Black,
My end is near, and so is Suffering's.
Finding that siren lights look somehow beautiful all of a sudden,
Realising that I am not yet dead.
As I gradually retreat back into the remnants of memories,
Spirit slowly leaving me,
No one shall remember me.
But I shall,
Remember the times when we shared elation,
That everlasting piece of perfect time when I had my lips against yours,
Breathing in each other's scented breath...
All these complaints I've heard from you,
If every single droplet of love I have forced out of myself while I was living is not enough,
Then you can have it all.
An unfortunate traffic accident,
My death leaves its mark,
The blood containing every single cell of my love for you seeps into the black tar road,
You can have it all...
