Permanence

The beer in the bottle was

completely gone.

Gone was the mist of the rain on the window pane

suffering from the

breaks and cracks brought by the

empty beer bottle

that I threw.

I can see the black starless skies

from the holes of the

broken window.

Dark. Pale. Lifeless.

Is this similar to

the hole I made in my chest? Or is it the same as

the slash on my wrist

where fountain of blood are splitting open?

I heard no answer.

Was I supposed to

scream

co’z the wounds really

pained me?

Was I supposed to get angry because damn, hell,

He abandoned me?

I heard no answer.

The lampless room where I am in is covering my eyes.

Dark. Pale. My life is meaningless.

The shadow of your body lies underneath the curtain; dance along with the unmoving wind.

Lifeless.

The breaks on the window can still be fixed.

The beerless bottle can still be filled.

The slash on my wrist can still be stitched.

But the hole in my chest

S-

low-

ly

stops my heart to

beat

through permanence.