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“you bring colour to me”

March 31st, 2009 konstrain No comments

“you know what?

“no… what?”

“you bring colour to me”

“uh hmm..”

“no matter what, i just want you to know that i’m better”

“…”

“you know that. deep down inside you know it.”

“no. if you love me, don’t force me…”

it’s too late. the end has indeed begun. no matter the consequences, i will have her see the light, the truth and the happiness that have yet to come. ever so contradictingly, how queer for there will be no light if darkness never comes. and with this belief, i shall make use of the power of darkness to bring light into our lives. for the future, our future.

as tough as it gets, the challenge only gets worse. after all,the forbidden fruit, albeit sweet in its taste was never mine to begin with.

“no, if you truly love me, be mine… ”

and the day is friday.

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the awakening of the twisted in the innocent mind that bore homosexuality

January 5th, 2009 konstrain 2 comments

and so i speak, that today is the beginning of the end. an end to a very beautiful dream that wasn’t even supposed to begin. a forbidden association. a shattering acquaintance. a horrendous affair.

“how did you like it?”

“like what?”

“tell me. tell me you like it.”

“no, go away”

“why, don’t you like it?”

“i love it”

“then look at me right in my eyes and tell me you want it.”

“yes, i want it.”

“want what?”

“i want it.”

every single second that has ticked, every single breath that has breathed, every single soul that has evaporate.

“disregard what they say.”

“i did it only for you.”

“i want you.”

“no, please go away.”

and mark my words, that the minute hand touched 12, 3 days from now; death and destruction arises; heroes unveiled, only to be helplessly defeated by the very same fear that brings panic.
yes, the end has just begun.

“all i’ve ever done is for you. nothing, is ever wasted if it’s meant for you.
i had to fought to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.”

“you bring colour to me.”

“i know.”

“let me go.”

“i can’t..”

and the day is monday.

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