Tuesday 12 February 2008

The Last Laugh

19th May

The blood stained phantom of my nightmares… When is he coming for my life? “I can be both your solace and the demon who mocks you. Tell me, who am I to you? Answer and I shall be it.” He often told me the harsh yet kind words… He neither shouted nor spoke harshly to me. His voice was always soft and gentle… He is the distantly familiar voice I failed to remember… Could this be the reason why you are angry, Phantom? Have you developed a deep hatred for me for forgetting you? I never meant to forget…Even as I write; my memories beyond two years fail me. I want to remember you, Phantom… You who always dons the black evening coat and the long walking stick you explained it was a staff… I am selfish Phantom… I want them all… You are everything… Yes… Your voice, your soul, your love… Everything… I want all of it because it’s you…