Bright white bulbs hung down like chandeliers on a makeshift tent
Its resplendence cascading down the steep gradient that blinds-
the eyes of many, yet not quite spoiling the tranquility of
the raised wooden white platform, in view for all to see.

Beneath it in clear visibility, a shroud enveloped her inanimate countenance
Powder rounded up with a rosy red, and yet, lackluster. Distasteful disguise
Colours couldn't vivify, but instead spelt out a deathly grimace, obscured;
by the shroud that separates, the death from the many alive.

Nobody know how thin is the line between sanity & irrationality.
It just takes a sudden flicker of madness to end it all,
only to let all hell loose to all the others thats undeserving of it
Sometimes it takes the harder way to realise,
some mistakes can only be done once.

Gby.

Now you're speaking.
Double standards. Under the house of, the unloved.
If its warmth, and love, you're seeking-
We'd give our all. Appease the wrath you've stored;
Even, when on the edge of your heart. We'd still say-
Ohana. For we'd love you every single day.

Glazed tiles mirrored none, the gravity in our hearts-
The clocks the graves, of time to come
Lethargy our sedate, to ease our part
We started all as one, but now in some.

Then comes always but alas the time, that is. To say goodbye-
Merrymaking. Phototaking. Jubilance and virgin flights;
Others abducted from their loved, let cries and distressing sighs
We waited, waved. While in the midst of an emotional fight.

How sudden realization smack us, we don't know-
Late night turmoil. Thoughts, often so heartwrenching
Cold hard reality, its almost impossible to say no
All, we can't do. But resign. And leave our hearts dying.

There's never, perfect time to cherish,
that is until, our time has perished.

If you had to go
Take all, in brevity, but
keep the times we shared.