2006/03/08

　

he directly turned to the last chapter, and then

the last page. seeking for the end, the

consequences he made within the days he spent.

that flow of time were still and silent.



He knew that there were eyes watching, he checked

outside the window some leaves falling. scenario stretching

upon time only God understood what was faked.

what's faked, masked, nothing man-made but the chapters

of narration were written right there.



there were wicked eyes watching before he turned the page

and after glow they still pretended absent



and after glow he must write down the last page

sees what he has brought up in mind, in perception

with cruelty oh the lord wouldn't let go of him.

in the hidden place that nobody knew

He portrayed, sketched, let words pervade



"I did nothing about you," he yelled to the sky

knowing nobody heard. who's there with eyes soaked in tears

"it's contagious. contagious."