Those Who Accept

Lovely.

You are a beauty so tainted with sinful desires. I can't think of anything else as mesmerising as you. Just a mere glance at the corner of my eyes is enough to send a vicious rapture into my deepest self. The way your hair frolics in the wind, appearing as alive as your arms, waving at me your defenseless victim. Baiting me to fall prey to your unworldly perfection that is your eyes. The charm of the sky gleams within them and the golden rays of the sun captured in your hair. A majestic being that defies the laws of nature. Never possible is the existance of such artistry in a person yet you are present now right before me, smiling as if you read my frozen thoughts

Then you giggle. Ah, the very sound of it... Silky, sultry voice that is able to stop my heart from beating and by the exact same voice it is revived. Not even a Stravarius playing the Devil's Thrill Sonata can produce the same ambiance. That is not an exaggeration.

The scent you carry paralyses me so much that I appear as still as the statues of the saints back home. Why, if you were a hungry beast you would be feasting on my flesh easily. Not that I would be against it though. I would be glad to be devoured by you.

A slight touch of your fingers is so soothing, the coldness of them pressing against my forehead creates an undescribable sensation in my chest. My eyelids flutter shut, succumbing to the sweet lethargy brought upon this benevolent creature... Everything seems so dark now...

Clutching my head in your tiny hands, you lean forward and kisses my forehead. Then slowly moving down, leaving a trail of unseen wetness along. You touch my forehead with yours, gazing into my eyes with those brilliant azure orbs and open your lips. "Yes... Let go of everything. Please rest now as you have done much," you whisper.

I can feel my body slackens and my heartbeats become sluggish. A magic cast by you and I am powerless to resist. Just when I am about to close my eyes that I see the mark on your neck.

The Crest of Death...

But it is too late now.

Sliver Misconception

Apparently there was a misunderstanding before in my part.

The ballad was actually carrying a bit different story than what I depicted in the previous blog post. I overlooked some keywords within the lyrics and when carefully read the real story fleshed out.

A man had just lost his lover to Death, and he was oddly angry at her for leaving him that way. Perhaps the lady committed suicide on him.

After some time sinking in delusions and painful memories, he finally came to terms that she was not to return to him anymore.

Hence the word 'hate' that seemed out of place in such a sad ballad.

I underestimated the song. The actual meaning is much more deeper.

A Minuscule Escape

There is this ballad that I am very fond of right now.

Immediately after listening to the melody that weaved through the silence, played obviously by the hands of a creative on, off the keys of a grand piano...

...I am bewitched... Spellbounded to the ground...

I am infatuated with that song.

The smooth heart-aching tune flowed seamlessly cutting through even the most hardiest person, slowly peeling layers of toughness off him, revealing the vulnerable side of him. I have read stories of how people wept when this ballad was played. It is no surprise though. The song is so beautiful that it has to be put in its own level of distinction so as to differentiate it from other alluring pieces.

How I felt when I hear it?

Due to the song depicting the inner voice of a person who has lost his lover, it was as if a red-hot poker has skewered my heart. The lyrics speaks of how the person tried to forget everything about her as she had been snatched by Death, but he was unable to do so. He was looking for a way to die yet refused to take his own life deliberately. In the end he suffered so much, tormented by the memories of the days spent with her. For him love is like blood that are coursing through everyone's veins, pulsating, straining to keep the body alive.

Even sleep couldn't calm him down; he compared it as taking narcotics that only slows the heartbeats and bringing one into a dream-like state of wake.

Declaring the dream was over with such saddened voice, he promised to his lover to meet her soon again in his dreams. Having lost his will to continue living on, his reason to waking up is only to return to his slumber.

And so the cycle goes on.

Personally, the ballad let me experience the feeling of loss, the one that everyone will go through someday. The great pang of loneliness hit like a tip of a sword driven into my neck, barely noticeable at first yet painful once I find out about the wound.

So the vocalist is giving a subliminal message, to appreciate and cherish everyone around us. It goes well with the saying, "we only realise the true value of something when it is not by our side anymore".

So here I want to apologise to everyone I had done wrong. Our time is very limited and the world keeps on revolving fast... And I know I won't be able to survive alone.

To my beautiful one, you are the single flower I picked from the soils of many. And remember that it is due to you having a different scent from others.

You are special Kiko. Very special.

I love you so much.