part 1

the disfigured Zak, was left alone in pieces
not a soul was there
not a soul was there eyeing on him nor passing by him
the pieces of his were only accompanied by a school of piranhas
the friendly little piranhas
who will finish up the pieces of his
the pieces of his will now and soon be
going along the route of a running river
towards nowhere
towards nowhere
that's the end of the pieces of his


it's just because i don't say anything
doesn't mean i don't like you
i will try and i try and i try
to make you love me

and beside you most probably
holding a pretty little girl's hand
rubbing simply to keep her warm
joking simply to make her aware
that you were hers to love
all those fucking jokes were used to be mine
to tell her
that i was hers to love
and all those fucking hand holdings and rubbings
were all used to be mine
what the hell am i talking about
am i going to be the maddest person on earth
or just in the world of yours?

in my mind's view
it seemed slow motions
without a feeling
i woke up
it's a brand new day
i felt nothing
it was November 11th
and i felt dying
stoned and staring
at the phone while it was vibrating

the doctor said,"zean is leaving
would you come over?"
i would have held her hands
and told her i was fucking love her
she said on the phone
"i know about this day to come,,,"
i fell on my knees
tears sliding towards my chin
i did nothing

i carved her name on a stone
began to plant it into the earth
embedded with cold roses with cold feelings
knelt to her and said,"i miss you"
the berries fell one by one in the cemetery
the leaves fell
as well as the fucking hurt heart of mine
they all fell
fell into nowhere
it was January 1st
and i felt dying again

the wind blew
it went through my lungs
i searched for her breath
though i knew it was no longer here
beyond our world
she'd asked me what i want
between the trees and the ponds
she'd put your hands in mine
at least i had spent an hour with her
shall i want anything else?

time had bridled us both
i still remember her
the way she hold hands with him
the way she felt aware of him
the way she was kissed by him
the way she left me
the way she suffered
the way she told me she knew that day would come
the way she shut her eyes like nothing
the way she looks like in the black white photo
the way she exhaled air into my lungs
THE WAY SHE SCREAM ME "I LOVE YOU"
in the central of the market
on April 4th...