In this world,
You've seen awful things
Awful recurring things
A large number builds its debt
It is a screen filled with black and white, with the occasional buzz of red for color.
It is a sad world
It was made to be a sad world
But who keeps pressing the replay button only to see what could've happened?
I don't need you
Though physically you've surpassed me and for some reason let me continue on my road
What did you see that day?
I don't need you
Because it's your fault I got here
To this exact point
Here...
This place...is not...real
If I end this
Because you asked me to
Would you be alright
With ending both of us?
But...I don't want to die
Existing is fun
If I proceed
What will become of me?
Will I poof out like the rest of the stars
Will I be sent back to the place with minds of fire? Will I live again with terrible fate? What... How many days has it been?
I think for now
We've caused enough trouble
See you soon,
Evening Star.
BINABASA MO ANG
Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
