He walked past Her house.It seemed liek alifetime ago,thathe could remember as they played together when they were small. And then still as they grew. He could rememberthe day when, with unspoken words, he became her silent watcher, carefully stalking each body movement, holding it strong in his memory, until, soon it became his obsession, to know Mystery inside out. To know the beauty before him.
Wise man once said many hands make idle work. But, what if, these hands were to caress? To know? To consume a person's soul, until, soon, they are unrecognisable, as two people anymore? Until, soon they become one.
He remembered the day when suddenly, he realised, that when he unnecessarily touched her shoulder, a slight brushing of hands, a locking of eyes, caused him to feel more than friendship. It caused him to love, with the heart of a lover. A companion. He remembered, how he realised that, this is what he had felt all along, and that he needed to withdraw. Get out. Escape the feeling in his heavy heart.
The throbbing of blood through his veins. How the room seemed to spin, and how he mind went hazy. Just at the sight of her voluptuous beauty. How he longed to run his tongue along her lip, caressing the piercing, claiming her mouth as his.
Almost by instinct, he knew when things were wrong. He often joked that they were soul mates. Each day, he felt, less and less full of life. Like somehow, somewhere, his energy was being transported to another being, or form.
As he took the familiar route, past his loves house, he saw into it. Into a window, and saw her. Crouched over.
Only! If only he had stopped a slight second longer, he would have seen the girl drowning in her own blood and tears. A searing sensation coursing through her, holding her close, in the cold, and dark.
Maybe if he stopped trying to fix things, and just helped, a long time ago, this could have been prevented. But no, she sat alone, her blood being spent. Forever lost, in a sea of souls. Being withdraw, until one day, we're all unable to make our way out. Until one day, our own confinements, our own prisons, will be the very fragment of our souls that makes us that little bit human. That little bit sane. The little bit that makes us love, hate, cry, and smile. That little bit of Mystery that was lost….
"Stay for a while,
Watch me sleep,
Drowning in sorrows,
For which I weep,
The souls of others,
Lost long ago,
Just stay for a while,
Please, don't go…
Stay for a while,
Watch me cry,
Hold me in your arms,
Give it a try,
Stay for a while,
My final wish,
As darkness enfolds me,
Dead... I give in
Stay for a while,
They set me to rest,
My final place,
The best of the best,
But only with you,
Do I feel at peace,
Stay for a while,
Stay with me."