I am.

my poems don't rhyme. xD. damn, :p.

Have I ever lived?
I don't think so.
They say, the moment one is born,
one begins dying.

I am dead.

I have never lived properly,
nor died properly.
If so, then I won't be living nor dying,
and yet,
here I am.

Floating in the endlessness that is eternity,
I see the death,
that lie in wait,
on the stage of the world.

Waiting to take victims who are most unwilling,
rather than take those who wish to die.

Those who survive thier wrath,
suffer pain that mortals can't preceive.

But I don't suffer thier pain,
nor feel what death those to others,
as I said earlier,
I am dead,
but I am not dead.

I live but I don't live.

I breath but I don't

I exist but I don't exist.

I merely die,
but I'm not dead.

I feel the hands of friends passing me,
they brush against the cold hands that is mine,
each touch is a breath I can breath,
each glance is a drop I can drink,
each heartbeat is a second I can live.

But I'm don't die, I'm dead.
I'm don't live, I'm alive.

Until this second,
someone would lead me on,
her stare pierces my shell,
enters my subconcious,
and thaws the ice within.

Her touch melts the cold,
it quenches unquenchable,
fills unfillable.

Her voice lifts the mist.
Her presence reassures I'm still me.

That I don't drift off,
into sleep that lasts forever.

Reassures me that I still am me.
The me that wants to touch things that I don't feel.
The me that wants to listen to things I don't hear.
To understand things I don't comprehend.

The me that wants to be me.

Her blood runs through my body,
and mine hers.

We're together forever like this,
best friends for life.
Best friends for death.

Being with her,
makes me feel real,
makes me feel,
alive.

Have I ever lived?
No, I don't think so.




for the bestestfriend ever, ruyee. i love you.
LucasChen. x).