sazzthevillain

It has been more than a year since they last met. Her presence still lingers in his heart. A vivid memory of her playing on a swing with a red balloon in her hands, kept rewinding in his daydreams like a faulty camcorder. He would grin faintly, remembering her flawless smiling eyes whenever they would meet for a picnic night out, gazing into the starry skies.

Ever since the ruckus, he has been marooning himself in his apartment, away from social activities. A shadow can never be removed from it's owner. He couldn't let go.

Interlude (Do listen)


I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard....

Russell's emotionally drained heart screamed but no one could hear the words he cried. He was like a caged bird that lost it's ability to sing. Visions of vultures lingering in the skies, awaiting his end, seemed unreal but the existences of the nearby scavengers was inevitable.

His love for her flowed endlessly. She was like the stream of water that provided him life. The damage done wasn't intentional yet uncalled for. The lie was like poison.

How harsh could it have been to destroy a perfect impression.

I moved to him, looked at him in the eye and said,"it's not over yet."

He was dazed.

"Fuckin' liar" she muttered as she walked away.

She had her right fist, hidden within the side pocket of her Fred Perry jacket, all clenched up. Her black leather boots kept her toes dry from the puddles of water that were flowing down the streets. Her short black hair was all drenched from the rain, and stains of her mascara were seen trickling down her cheeks like tears.

As she raced down the empty streets, lighted only by singular lamps every 5 meters, I moved an inch closer to her.

When I got my lips to her ears, I whispered, "You let your heart be riddled by a game called love..."

Shiryln's footsteps halted as she stood rooted.

His knees and palms were all rooted to the ground as the heavy shower hid his tears. The heartrending sense of guilt overwhelmed him from all corners. He simply couldn't lift his head up for the weight of his selfless act was too heavy.

Beneath the shadows, she observed the deranged man who was kneeled to the ground. Her eyes began to mellow. She's just human afterall. Yet she turned her back and began to walk away with her head held high, holding on to her firm beliefs of justice.

I could only sit back and observe the despair that bloomed between them.