An old writing..

This piece was conceived months back. One of my favourites, it is crying to
be shared.

"The alchemy is over, the magician's gone. His charm lingered till last
night, now it's only the marks of his love that persist. Marred by the
diabolical world, its prodigy is incapacitated of sustaining a thing pristine.
How sad is this life! And how ironic! Her talent shines only when she dies.
When her heart is alive, her words are crude. She'll only succeed in her
solitude. People corrupt her, restrain her. Look what she just purged. She
never ceases to surprise herself! One moment she's liberated in his arms,
the next she accuses him of holding her back!

She loves him so, but she hates this world. They don't know, those who say
love conquers all, the power of hate! Her agony tears her apart, leaves her
without a heart to believe in the things she sees. Her past has left her
impenetrable. So she doubted for a while, flew for a while, lived for a while,
but now she's awake, awake to pinch herself, or be pinched by this demonic
world that she dwells in, out of the dream she reveled in. And it's all over.
He doesn't have a place in her heart anymore, her little heart so consumed
by the chill of this world galore. But she loves him so!

Oceans apart he tries to touch her still, love her still, but she has shut
her doors on him; she tries and she tries with all her heart and soul to
feel him one more time, but he's only a stranger now, a mirage, a dream in her
distant past, not so distant.

She's losing her sanity, trying to hold on to her love, she finds another;
she feels no more for either, she feels no more at all.

Insanity gulps her down, but she feels more sane than she has ever felt.
No human contact, with her solitude one more time... solitary existence!!"