Silk white

Peace of the heart you shall not

Path of a road darker than the soul

What comes next when there is no more?

Flashes of childhood on pristine glass

Fingerprints in ink

By the time you press rewind it's too late

What comes next for a cold core?

I shall avenge how you’ve wronged me

Devoid of mercy

After the blue skin, I shall revenge

Only an eternity of your suffering soul

can do me right again

End me now, for after I’m right

I’m only wrong.

Two Decades Since '91

WARNING: NOT VERY CHEERFUL DOWN THERE!

I can't stop thinking about my upcoming birthday. It has been a very bad year, and not being a teen anymore is going to make it worse.
The number is just haunting me.

20. 20? 20!

The gloomy mood has been around for a while, and doesn't look like it's going away anytime soon. The weather though has been unbelievably amazing, it's cloudy, cold and pretty. I'm surprised how winter has arrived very early this year; November is usually not that winter-y. I'd like to think of it as God's way of cheering me up, not that I could come up with one reason of why He'd want to do that.
I'm hoping my friends would absolutely forget about it this year. The fact that it's going to be on the night of a very important mid-term exam might help.
20
I wonder ...

Don't get over me emptiness.
First and last you're all and none
In the beginning there was no you, and now there's nothing else.
Red cheeks of colorless blood
Cold breaths and a burning heart
Nothing and everything
I was held, and now...
I've been let go of.