the nights or non.....

Its dark out there and my heart keeps on pounding fast! my blood swirling like a huge hurricane beneath this selfless figure. I keep on bumping into a staggering force my whole life seems so black and I am afraid of the shadows. I wake up every day thinking who am I and why is it that my life is so pitiful? Yet every moment slips away so fast I could not even chase after it. My steps I may seem to fade though hw soft I may skip. Why am so lost is it that my words are sense as I write? my mind keeps on going blanks though I try to spill the milk! My heart is craving for something yet all I can vomit out is blankness. I think of a new step to flourish but yet again I save it to a knowledge that I know that is of no use and that my contemplation is out of sight or of oddness I trust that fact so strongly that I keep on swallowing the truth even knowing that it is what it is and it is my rightful duty to pursue this fact! How I am ashamed of my words that so seemingly have I deceived my own thoughts even knowing how true I am! How could I be silly or how could I make such a mistake. My heart adamant though. Ego is what that should be diminished from this selfless yet ignorant soul!
Her heart all sweaty as she wrote. Her thoughts still strong of all. A cancer patient was she and though she did have time limit for her replenishment. There she goes scribbling words no such meaning. Here she wrote what that had brought tears of her kind and non- of her kind. Her mind filled with this conception. They were like golden weeds so selflessly swinging about waiting for her to pull them and place them in her white life. Alas, there she was awaiting for moments nevertheless useless yet so discouraging! altruistically her heart pounding, blood gushing in her arteries the pressure beneath her epidermis was so unreliable! Yet she wrote she bragged this stupendous story still at a point of no reason!
Somewhat did her heart bleed yet she trembled to the understanding that no matter how hurt she may be he will never come back! It was this thing in her this voice so melaculiously telling her these ideas of so and so of no answer. Mute was she not but blunt may her heart try to cry out. It is hard to forget the one you love but this time it was even much harder than she could ever think! How does age ever come in between love. Yet did her mind selflessly roam about to a destination of no such existence. Time had come when she realized that life is a battle field where blood so dremishly spill of nons content.
Did he smile of his victory when they whom quench thy trachea with blood an addiction never to be found a cure, yes did he smile upon his slaves just for that moment when yes did he call himself night. Slowly creeping like a snake of no distict! His smiles as the mighty fall to the ground when night stabbing him in the chest with a knife so moronically! Her writings would not stop till it has quenched its thirst of the fulfillment of writing out this solemn sadness which is like poison to ones life. A million years may pass but till this very moment I do not realize my duty on this petty earth I may call. My ears on the other side drumming with the melodious songs that fill my heart the only refinement that I may find in this years of sorrow! Yes my heart need some solace yet my cries are yet to be heard by non. Does beauty ever count in true love? Or am I just being superficial? The question left for non to answer but just for my heart to understand that I am in pain that has no feelings or so. Conveniently I may smile hiding the bruises and marks on my heart thudding every second.
So suddenly did I feel this tinge in my soul prickling as I may write. The past was to reveal its self like a murderer dreading his mistake feeling guilty of his heartless action against a soul so perfect yet her beauty never appreciated! He whom tries to flee yet to be caught of guard of thy action! He lets himself loose and surrenders! “ he whom has created us much about, shall not hesitate to take it of thy whom disregarding tries to make it!” just as so did my heart ponder on that fact that yes my time too shall come and so will yours. Her fingers trembling of every touch. Her heart crying out loud of her natural sin! He whom was everything but nothing to something, loved her with all his heart! How inseparable their love may be so pure like the springs that flow so exquisitely. How their romance seemed so erotic , yes they did make love yes did their breath sail as they touched how natural this sin may go further but their hearts racing to a an endless dead. His palms brushing against her seemingly soulless cadaver. There he slept by her side after the heat that their bodies may have emitted his palms wrapping her shivering soul with his. Their smiles so exquisite that no word words that I could drag out my intellectual dictionary seemed available. No words that could I have expressed any further of their intimidate relationship!
Alas what was left was the only thing left.death. was it that then a child asked? That is the end is it? Her mind speechless for a moment numb, breathless for that second. Ah yes my dear I suppose so……………her answer so seems dull but what could she have answered. She could not even feel her own child. As she whispered into her mothers ears. Her lonesome cadaver so exquisitely still on those white sheets to embraced quietly. As then did it strike her mind of her death as she lay mute on her bed with her only heritance by her side……thus did her story never was revealed as she never wrote one because as she thought in the skies of deepened life and soul did it print every voice she
Sent to it. Alas did she close the last chapter of her life.death.
He whom has all the power shall be embarked with the power of undoing it so…….