Time immemorial
For some people, the past always brings comfort.

Memories.

Memories of something lost and irreplaceable, like the last cooling touch of rain upon a dry and parched lakebed. Only dead carcasses and the ghost of nothingness remains, taunting and teasing. Shade like fingers appear from within the lost space and reach out,pulling, almost drawing me closer. Closer to the edge that separates reality from delusion, past from present. It is a long way down. A sheer vertical drop from the top that would inexorably lead to death.

But all is not lost. The fine line has not yet been broken and still stands clear and visible to my eyes. Reality cannot be bent and twisted to will, only accommodated, such is its shrewd machination. The seemingly vast endless plain of land we run in is nothing more than a barred and locked up prison with the key tossed out of reach. But despite the tightening chains around my neck, there is somewhat of a lull in the fray taking place ever so silently in my skull. It takes the form of a minty light flutter of air, a zephyr sent by the azure skies as a consolation of life. The malignant manacles suddenly break away as it washes over me. The gouges and carvings in my flesh close up and start to knit itself together as if the wounds were never there. But I do not rejoice for I know this is all another illusion. The bloody cuts and lacerations still remain and the shackles still bind, threatening to squeeze even harder into my flesh as punishment for the short balm that soothed me for just that second.

If only good things never had to come to an end, how unimaginably great that would be. But alas, reality doesn't work that way, does it? It's clawed hands burn with an itch that can only be ameliorated with blood and happiness, wreaking a path of despair in its wake, like a ferocious tsunami sweeping over a helpless city. A shadowless demon lurks at every corner. And you don't even know it's there.

<The above text was written by a friend of mine...due to what had been let out of the bag today, I find this composition very appropriate...Thus i would like to thank Mr Ben Woon for his wonderful composition...Thanks bro...>