Say nothing.

Say yes, say no, those words no-longer hold any meaning, not the way they used to, anyway. Remember what the sky looked like when we first met? I don't. I remember your eyes, looking at me, with love and passion, and something dreadful, that was lurking behind that. Too bad i did not take notice of it that night, it could make everything turn out differently. I remember your touch, cool, yet burning my skin at the same time, gentle, yet rough, caring, yet distant... Why did we meet that night? Was it destiny? But i never believed in it, no matter how hard i wanted to at times. I tried to pretend that you do not exist, that all of it was nothing more then a dream... Alas, everything around me keeps reminding me that it was true.

Say yes, say no, i will not hear your voice, for you are no-longer here with me. I cut my fingers on the glass of shattered memories and dreams, dipping my brushes in crimson drops i try to paint the night sky, but i only remember the stories of how magnificent it is, how bright was the silvery glow of the moon and how sparkles of stars were scattered on that never-ending black abyss of the night.How we were taking handfuls of them just to see them fading in our hands and be reborn again where we could not reach them. They were singing to us, their voices like tiny silver bells. The song is bringing back the memories of warm summer nights when i was alive and happy, and you were holding me in your arms, promising never to let go, to always be there to watch over me, to protect, to love.

Say yes, say no, i forgot how to speak, i can't understand anything anymore, even word "love" is alien to me now, and i don't need you, i don't need the memories of skies and nights and kisses, i have my paintings now, paintings of blood and tears, paintings of long gone feelings and touches, i have my canvases and brushes, i have my own little sanctuary, my own little world, where i can escape from everything and no-one will come looking for me, because no-one will remember.

Say yes, say no, it no-longer matters what you say, for you are gone, i made it happen, finally i am free of you, free of your voice, your touch, your eyes. They were so deep and beautiful, your eyes, but now they see nothing, they look at me and can't see me, i cut them out, they are no better then those of a doll now, but i see the night sky in them, and the moon, and stars. I kiss your dead lips and feel cold, feel nothing, feel love, feel hate, hear you say you love me. My hand touches yours and i feel cold, i feel wind against my skin, i feel water running between my fingers, i feel nothing and everything. I pick up your dead body off the ground and carry it to the cliff of my sanity, i want to forget what it was like to know you, to love you, to touch and kiss, and feel. I look over the edge and see nothing, it is dark down there and cold and no-one ever comes back from there. I can only hear distant murmur of the waves crushing against the rocks, and i let you go. One last look at your fading form, your white skin now turning gray as it fades away and then nothing, then you are gone, and buried underneath tons of water where deep sea creatures will devour yous flesh and the memory of you will stay chained to the rocks at the bottom. You are forgotten.

Say yes, say no, your plea will not be heard, you do not exist, i do not remember you and none of this ever happened. Who am i talking to? I look around only to see that there is no-one there, and realize that i'm talking to myself. I'm alone... I go back, i go forward, i paint, i cut my fingers, when drops of blood dry up and i need more paint to make the world see what i remember. But paintings are of emptiness.