Moonshine Mystery

Moonshine

Brock and Ms. Moonshine

On the moonlit road, I held my umbrella trying to stay as dry as I could get. Ironically, the lady who bumped my shoulder didn’t seem to have the same intentions. The rain started to recede and I could feel the weightless droplets fall on her messy hair.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” She excused, pointing above towards darkness. It took me a while to realize it was a streetlight.  I couldn’t see her. Except for the smooth edges of her face that faintly reflected the moon’s light. But I swear she was pretty. Her voice vibrantly screamed her prettiness.
“It’s okay. Catch your breath, don’t rush so much.” I stumbled, strangers weren’t my favorite people to communicate with.

“Yes, thank you for caring about me so much. I wonder what a stupid job they’re doing at keeping up with the weather, I mean, how can they let a blackout stay for so long. Especially at this odd hour.” Somehow, she broke the ice.

Unlike everyone, I opened up to her my rants and complaints about the lack of attention our local authorities show towards such petty issues which rise up to create greater ones.

“Oh, I so hate our train systems!” I wanted to say “Me too.” but I just stood there. Her voice mesmerized me to an extent where I forgot about the merciless day I had at office and also how the ruthless rains helped to perfectly mess up my Monday.
“It’s getting late.” She was smiling, I could hear it in her words.
“Wait, tell me your name, at least.” I shook my head and found my senses again.

“I like to be called Ms. Moonshine.”

“That’s a nice— Oh, look power’s back!” I cheered as the street lamp illuminated the street but there was no one around.


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MOROSENESS

  MOROSENESS

Oh Deathly Anesthesia

That’s how I found

/by being dead for a while/

That we can aim to feel

EVERYTHING…

And I mean everything as every single tangible,

And intangible matter with a potential Aesthetics within, post Poetics.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee

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Mystery Blogger Award

Hello, my wonderful readers and fellow bloggers! I’d like to thank the wonderful poet, Poetrylover– for nominating me in this wonderful chain of “Mystery Blogger Award”. This is the first time someone has thought me worthy of an award related to writing, and it’s practically impossible for me to convey how honoured I feel.

“The Mystery Blogger Award was created by Okoto Enigma and is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.”

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The Rules:

  • Display the award logo on your blog.
  • List the Rules.
  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well.
  • Tell your readers three things about yourself.
  • Answer five questions from the nominee.
  • Nominate anywhere from ten to twenty bloggers.
  • Notify the bloggers by leaving a comment on their blog.
  • Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice, including one weird or funny question.
  • Share the link to your best post.

3 Things About Myself:

  • I’m a happy-go-lucky person, which quite sums me up. But I do want to be an engineer by profession and a writer by heart.
  • I love reading novels, binge-watching old TV series, exploring places I’ve never been to, acquainting strangers and of course writing stories and Poems.
  • I like to make people feel good for what they are and what they do or at times give them my unwelcomed *cough* wise *cough* advice.

Answering Poetrylover’s Questions:

1.What is your meaning of life?

My meaning of life is happiness. I believe everything anyone does is ultimately to make themselves happy. The cause of happiness may vary, of course. For some it is getting a great job, for some it is to be the fastest sprinter and you might’ve got the general idea. It isn’t always happy though, so I do this. I compare my troubles to the vast universe and the number of galaxies beyond the blanket of sky, it becomes very easy to forget the depth of the problem.

2.What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you?

Embarrassment has always followed me all my life. Incidents like calling for someone and not getting a response from them is one of the most common example. But I remember one such incident very vividly. When I was in 4th grade, I participated in a fancy dress competition where I was an apple. My dad made me a thermocol cut out of a perfect apple big enough to cover my body. The only problem about it was, it was very delicate and as expected a small part of it’s corner got torn off. So when I stepped on the stage, I had to talk about apples. I did all that part well, but later I was joked about being an half eaten apple. It isn’t quite embarrassing now, I’m laughing to be honest. But yeah, that’s the most embarrassing thing happened to me.

3. Most beautiful place you have traveled?

My mind answered this as soon as I read the question. It’s no doubt Kashmir. The snow covered mountains, the beautiful hotels, the kind people we met and the soft snow against my tanned-Mumbai skin was a complete bliss. It indeed was a heaven on earth. I haven’t traveled a lot, but this is really a great place I’ll love to visit at least once every year.

4. What is your meaning of a successful life?

Success. The word for me at this stage of life means having a decent score in my study course, have a healthy relationship with my pals and also getting better at poetries and stories.

5. What makes you happy?

Kindness.
Curled up lips.
Aromatic food.
Passionate Eyes.
Loud motorbikes.
Intellectual brains.
Philosophical hearts.
Being the cause of someone’s happiness.
That’s all I can think of, for now.

I Nominate:

Chaos-xd (The pioneer of darkness)

Shrushti

R.D Maya

Mika

Shreyas Mogal 

Meetali Pandit

Deepika

Deepti Nair

The Dreidel

Fab Writings

Aubrey’s Arch

My Questions To The Above:

1.Why did you start blogging?

2.When was the last time you had the heartiest laugh?(A happy memory)

3.Where would you want to travel to?

4.Which novel or poem you hold close to your heart?

5.What would you want to change about your life? Why?

Link To My Best Post:

For me, my best post is this heartfelt poem- To her, with love. I’d love to get your views on it. 🙂

 

PS- Poetrylover Thanks a lot for this. 🙂

Guilty as Charged.(The Final Part)

Don’t know what’s happening? Read these:

Guilty as charged. (Part 1)

Guilty as charged.(Part 2)

Guilty as charged.(Part 3)


Zelia is leaning on her seat. Heinz has stopped pacing the room, his friend has become the point of their attention.
‘What is the lead, Anne?’ He blurts impatiently.

Roxanne Ariosto, a dignified officer, has a lump in her throat for the first time. She knew this had to be done one day, and the day has already gone. It’s time for everyone to read the evidence, Heinz has to be the first, though. In her official tone she says,
‘I found this evidence. It was in my mailbox. I’m going to disclose it & close the case once and for all. But I know you’ve the right to know.’ She produces the letter neatly folded in her handbag covered in the EVIDENCE bag and hands it over to Heinz.

‘Now I need to go on an assignment. See you soon, Diablo. I’ll be back to take the evidence.’ She gives Heinz a warm hug and bids farewell to Dr. Zhang.

‘I can’t wait to see what this is, could you please hurry.’ Zelia tells Heinz as he unfolds the letter and reads it aloud:


    I hope I’ve given you this letter before the police turns on you, Diablo. It’s been a week since the police know that Devyn Alford, Ethan Perlo & Kane Rinaldi were murdered. On different dates, at different places without any particular patterns. There is left behind no clue about the murders, in fact the police believed they were suicides for the past one and a half year. The first victim’s brain was burst open by himself, the second crashed his car while driving it in a drunk condition and the third jumped off a building.
I’ve always wanted the good to win right from the time my grandpa told me fairy tales. I lived in a world that wasn’t real, it was created by him. The day he left us, I locked myself away from the real world, as always. But I wasn’t happy, anymore. For a long time I didn’t come out of it, never talked to my friends nor anything more than formalities with my family. It is part of a reason that I’ve been there for you. Helped you when you wanted nobody around you, it’s because I know what you feel. A listener is all we need in such times. Even I had one.
He came in my life like a saviour, a guy sent from my Grandpa, to turn me back into normal. He told me stories, too. He made me laugh, he gave me a shoulder to cry on, he dropped me home after school. I can’t think of one good thing he didn’t do for me. But as we grew up, my saviour took a turn for the worse. The attention he received from everyone made him a little selfish & more insecure towards everything. His old friends left him, still he didn’t care since the number of new friends kept increasing.

The newer the friends the shallower his emotions became. I had no problem with those friends but they took away his innocence. I tried to warn him, many a times, but he never made sense. He accused me of being jealous and not being grateful for the help he provided to me when we were tweenagers. But the truth is, I was grateful, without him I wouldn’t have had anything I have now. Which is why I stayed. Day by day, he started controlling me. Whatever I did, who I talked to, where I went and I knew it was enough. The day I talked to him about ending our contact with each other and living our own lives, he created a huge dramatic scene. For the first time his friends saw him cry and I became the bad person. An ungrateful, shameless whore! But I was nothing of such kind. I did my best to avoid a fight, cut out contact with every guy I knew. He picked me up and dropped me, but it was unlike the old times when he hugged me and I kissed his cheek before saying a goodbye.

A year after I got used to the new prison like routine of my life, he crossed the most extreme line. I saw him drag you from the canteen & drive out in his car. I tried to follow but I couldn’t run on my feet for so long. I called for a cab and thought of places where he’ll take you. His house was an obvious choice since his parents were on a vacation & getting rid of the maids and chefs wouldn’t be a tough job for him. By the time I reached his home, you were gone. Taken in an ambulance.
“How could you do this!?” I shrieked at him, entering his huge empty house.
“He got what he deserves. No one lays an eye on my girlfriend. You are my bitch. Only MINE!” He laughed and so did his two minions, descending from upstairs.
“No, I’m not. Not anymore. You’re an asshole! I won’t let you get away with it.” I was crying as I ran away, away from his filthy home. A filth, is all that had become of everything that belonged to him. How could I be with this rodent for so long! I cursed myself all the way to the police station. I checked my phone for directions and the nearest one was 350 meters away. Not quite far, but I had to travel through the suffocating fumes from the factories around. It’s not going to be me who will cry. I wiped my tears and prepared for what statement I would give. Out of nowhere, I heard the sound of a car’s engine and realized it was him. I searched for a cover but there was nothing to hide, he had already seen me. Jumping out the car as he closed in, there wasn’t a hint of smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I really am, Rox.”
“Don’t you dare call me that! My name is Roxanne. You better learn that.” I clenched my teeth, I tried my best to not punch his scum face.
“I wasn’t me back there. You know how I am, you know exactly what I am. I’ve helped you, I love you the most! We can sit and talk can’t we?” I remember how deep it hurt when he said those words. It felt as if someone broke my glass palace and stabbed with it’s broken pieces.
“Fuck off, Kane!” I pushed him and continued on my way. The street was deserted, there were factories on both sides. After a few steps a hand blinded my sight, I struggled to set myself free, wildly punching and kicking in air without any success.
“We don’t have to do this.” It was Ethan, shivering while tying a rope around my wrists.
“Just shut up and tie that whore, if we let her go we would be in big trouble.” Devyn forced me in the car. “It’s for everyone’s good will.” Ethan whispered and closed my eyes with a cloth.

    When I opened my eyes I was on Kane’s bed, instantly I regretted it’s familiar touch on my skin. My ankles were tied together, my arms behind my back & my clothes were missing. I acquainted my eyes with the bright lights focused on me, I noticed a blinking red light and felt a tremor. He can’t be doing this! Tears of shame covered my face, I turned on my stomach with all the strength I could gather.
“Now, now are we too shy to smile for the camera?” Kane twisted my arm.
“Why are you doing this!” My screams are muffled by the sobs.
“Only a guarantee that you won’t open your mouth. Tell me, will you do that, Roxy?” He held me by my hair and I only shook my head. He let me go. He never released it, nor did I ever spill his secret. The weight of this leverage was very burdening to me, though. Thus I decided to confront him after 3 years of the incident. Time didn’t change that douchebag, he was still the same person who helped me live life again but also the same person who took it all away from me. He threatened me in exchange for “favours” and I did as he said. How could I be such a fool? But that was it, I decided there was something to be done.    People like him are a bane to our world. Caring about nothing, about nobody else’s life but about their own. He ruined your life and I hold myself responsible for that. You know what the consequences of my decisions are. Three men are dead, but I don’t regret anything. I had to write this in letter since I can’t take it anymore.
Those deaths weren’t completely homicides. I shot Devyn from his uncle’s gun after hitting his uncle in the head with a fire extinguisher, I stayed hidden in a duct next to where he stood, so he never realized there was someone other than Devyn. I held him at gunpoint, he had no chance of escape.
Killing Ethan was the easiest. He was in a club in the main city, as drunk as one could be. I just had to call him from a satellite phone that Kane gifted me when we were in high school. Kane was the rightful owner of it, so I had no strings left to me. By calling him I led him to the unfinished bridge on the west coast, he wasn’t sober enough to pull the breaks before plummeting in the ocean.
Then came Kane’s turn. He didn’t suspect of his friends’ death being remotely related to me. In fact I was working on it. So, I told him that his two friends were killed and he was most likely to be his next target. I acted innocent, like the poor little girl he always considered me to be. He took off to his father’s hotel and stayed in there. He locked himself which made my plan a little tedious. Using my contacts, I located his room number and broadcasted a message on his television that I’m waiting on the terrace and I know who the culprit is. He was scared enough to not care why I would call him on the terrace and naive enough to believe I’m harmless. I wasn’t there, I was in the building next to it. When he reached the terrace I used a drone attached with a laser gun to personify the make-belief killer on his back, I lured him away from the only accessible exit and fired some silenced shots. He ran for his life, ironic how he stumbled in the wires of the generator and fell off the 40 storeys.
Thinking about this again, I know if my Grandpa was alive, he’d be upset with me. Which is why I had to confess of my wrong doing. He’s calling me home, he knows I’ve suffered a lot. He wants to save me and only he can. Good bye, Heinz. I hope you’re never ashamed to say your own name. I’ve avenged us both. Forgive me if you can, wish you all the happiness in life.

Yours,
Roxanne.


Heinz runs out of the door, screaming her name to stop her. But she’s long gone. When Zelia comes out to check, she finds him lying on the floor crying his heart out. Picking him up with great difficulty they travel to the couch. Zelia offers him the water bottle he brought, but he rejects it.
‘You can go, Dr. Zhang.’ He says betwixt his sobs.
‘I can’t leave you like this.’
‘Leave me alone. I will get better, I promise. For Roxanne, I have to. I’ll meet you soon.’ An hour ago, if he said those words Zelia might had not believed him. It’s not the same now, she knows he’s not a psychopath. She knows he’s hurt, again. I’m so sorry for thinking bad about you.
‘I hope you do.’

**

The next afternoon Dr. Zhang’s receptionist lets in the next patient.
‘I didn’t expect you to be back so soon.’ She walks towards him to greet.
‘I wasn’t going to. But last night Anne shot herself.’ He shakes his head in grief, ‘I’m happy she set herself free from the bonds.’
‘That’s kind of you. Come sit.’ She points towards the chair in her lavish office.
‘I can’t stay, Dr. Zhang.’ Surprised, she waits for him to elaborate. He takes out the EVIDENCE bag, ‘It was her last wish to be proved guilty as charged.’


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Guilty as charged.(Part 3)

Read the previous parts here:

Guilty as charged.(Part 1)

Guilty as charged.(Part 2)


There is silence. Dr. Zelia Zhang is stupefied, but not completely. She’s analyzing Heinz Schofield, a man who’s been in solitude for quite a long time. A psychopath, she thinks. But he’s right, he cannot he able to do it on his own. No, Zel, no! If he’s a murderer of three then you know better than believing him.  She’s inclining on sentencing him as a psycho and leave, that’s not going to be an easy task, she knows.

Why did I tell her about hacking in police database. She won’t believe me, never. That’s what I always do, push people away who try to help me. There’s her secret with me, though. Of course, I can’t tell Dr. Zhang who’s giving me, a civilian, inside information. Heinz is blankly staring Zelia, her cat-like sharp eyes are penetrating him. Peeping his soul to see what’s inside. She’s going to think I’m the one. He almost laughs at the thought, Zelia bounces at his move.
‘It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.’ Heinz steps away from her, his trembling hands find his pockets.

‘I don’t feel good, Diablo. Shall we continue our session next time?’
‘Oh-‘ Heinz doesn’t know what to say, ‘Please don’t tell this to anyone.’
‘I’m a professional,’ She purses her lips and gets up. ‘I won’t-‘

They’re interrupted by the doorbell. Heinz’s face has lost all it’s colour, Zelia looks at him with an arched eyebrow.
‘I’ll get it.’ He rushes to the door.

Zelia’s heartbeat is running sky high. It’s his partner who helped in the murders. Now they’ll get rid of me. She takes a few heavy steps towards the door, enough to look at the dark haired woman standing on the other side.

‘Diablo! How have you been?’ Her voice is powerful, unlike her slender five and a half feet body frame. Grabbing the opportunity, Zelia takes her phone and informs her husband to get at apartment no. 402, Bloomy Heights, 14th Street & ASAP. 

‘Come in.’ Diablo turns to let the woman inside, Zelia drops her phone but no one else notices. She takes a seat on the couch next to Dr. Zhang, Diablo is standing, his stance gives Zelia a hint that he’s not much of an introverted individual right now & indeed when he speaks, his words are vivid, ‘This is my only friend. Who I rarely see due to her tedious job.’ He looks at her accusingly & she shrugs.
‘She’s a detective, and currently working on the “unusual homicides” of my former acquaintances.’

‘Are you sure it’s safe to tell her all this?’ She interrupts him. ‘It’s futile.’
‘It’s okay, Anne. She can’t tell anyone, there’s this confidentiality of the clients. And I trust her.’ Diablo declares bluntly, proving he knows what he’s doing. Zelia’s hoping her busy husband takes a look at the phone & rescue her, but now she’s a little less wary of being killed. I need to be a professional. Take a deep breath and fix yourself. Her posture stiffens & she’s back to being an intent listener that she’s always been.

‘This is Roxanne. The kindest soul I’ve ever met. She’s the only thing that has kept me from going insane.’ He laughs & pinches Roxanne’s cheek., ‘Thanks a lot for that.’ Now looking at Zelia. ‘You’re the second person I trust, Dr. Zhang.  I hope you don’t disappoint me.’

‘I won’t’ Zelia gives a smile.
‘The things I know about the case-‘ He looks for Roxanne to stop him, she nods instead. ‘I know them because 6 months ago, after Kane’s death, she told me about it.’ Zelia’s insides are calming, She’s on the good side, I hope Diablo is, too.

‘Anne has come to for a reason, there’s always one. So what is it now, Anne?’ The two of them look at her, anticipating what she has to say.

‘I’ve a new lead on the case.’

______

End of part 3.
Read the finale at:
Guilty as Charged.(The Final Part)


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Guilty as charged.(Part 2)

To catch up with the story for better understanding, in case you haven’t read the previous chapter, read it here: Guilty as charged.(Part 1)


His words make me recoil. I hold back the urge to panic. The man who I was sent to have a session with, by his parents since he has cancelled all the appointments they made with me, previously, seemed only a shy introvert, now a murderer? 

‘So you couldn’t get your revenge?’ I ask keeping my tone even, an unfazed smile stuck on my face.
‘Oh yes, of course I did.’ He’s laughing, like he knows something that I don’t.

‘But didn’t he jump off the building?’
‘That he did, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have my revenge.’ He sits at my feet, his hands on my knees. ‘Dr. Zhang, you’re doing something that’s changing me. Why didn’t you meet me before all this happened.’ A tear runs down his cheek, he makes no effort to hide it.

‘Before what happened, Diablo?’
‘Before I turned into a person I never was, a man who’s lived half of his life alone even when he was surrounded by people. A sociopath.’
‘It’s going to be alright,’ I stroke his hair. ‘You’ll get better, trust me.’ My voice sounds shaky, I take a deep breath & pull myself together.

‘Will that happen?’ He stands up, his face closer to mine. I feel his warm breath all over my face, his eyes are hopeful. It is time to get done with what I came to do.
‘Yes it will, sit down, please. Tell me more about Kane’s death.’ I say with full of authority.

‘6 months ago, Kane killed himself.’ A smug smile crosses his face. ‘The police declared it as a suicide, but why will he jump off when he had his rich father’s property & everything one would need to live a exquisite life. Do you know why?’
‘Why?’
‘Ethan Perlo & Devyn Alford, were the two of his friends who stripped me in his car that day. Ethan died in a car accident a year ago. Drove his car off the bridge into the sea. Drink & Drive, no one to blame but himself. Devyn shot his head off with a police handgun. He stole it from an officer by subduing him in a lonely alley. His body was found in the same alley that night, 2 years ago. Their friend Kane Rinaldi died, too. A suicide. Why did they do it even when their life was as happy as it could be?’

‘Unless those weren’t suicides.’ I wonder aloud.
‘Exactly. None of them were, but the authorities-‘ He scoffs, ‘How could they be so naïve, the man who killed them was smart. Smart enough to fool them to think they were suicides.’
‘And how do you know it was a man who killed them? Anyway, last thing you know they were suicides and that’s why no one suspected anything.’

‘Those 3 brats aren’t brave enough to kill themselves, Dr. Zhang. A man or a very strong woman has done it.’ He shouts in a matter-of-fact tone. ‘None of them were alcoholics, nor depressed. In fact Ethan got a promotion the day before he died. He was partying with Kane, then he got a call that his wife is in labour. In a hospital across the city.’
‘Wait, but he died because he was drunk. Case closed, what else is to dig in that?’
‘Oh, Dr. Zhang, his wife wasn’t even pregnant! The call was meant to lure him on the bridge, they lived in uptown why will they admit her in a hospital across the city which was a 12 mile drive away. Who called him?’ His words make sense, but it is impossible to believe.

‘How do you know all this?’ I can’t make out his expression since the little light penetrating the curtains is lost, leaving us in a grim darkness.
‘Devyn’s case is funnier.’ He’s lost again, in his own trance. ‘He was in all his senses, a respected attorney at law in one the largest firms of our city. The police officer whose bullet cracked his skull was his uncle. He gave a statement that Devyn emailed him to meet in that alley, reason was he needed some insight of an officer on a case he was stuck on. But all he remembers about the meeting is Devyn thumping his head with a fire extinguisher. When they checked Devyn’s email they found a mail received from his uncle, it included details of the address of the alley and the reason to meet being: I’ve been in a pickle lately, I need some legal advice but it has to be private. When enquired his uncle came out clean, he never faced trouble. A clean officer. And If his uncle didn’t email him nor did Devyn email his uncle, there has to be a third person who brought them in the alley. Then there comes the mighty Kane who jumped off his hotel. The workers reported he was behaving queer, queer in a way that someone was chasing him. He didn’t order anything for 20 hours of his stay in. No one saw him, his call records were useless. He didn’t use any devices. Later they found he was high on Cocaine. Something doesn’t fit in though. He was staying on the 22nd floor, that’s half height of the hotel. He jumped from the terrace, no one saw him go there. Not a single pair of eyes! Only the cameras captured him entering the terrace. There has to be someone who’s killed them. A person who killed the three of them.’

His knowledge about the three cases strengthens my doubt that he’s done it. I need to get out of here. I can’t stay in a murderer’s apartment.

‘How do you know this.‘ I demand, out of patience, failing to comfort myself that he’s not a murderer.

‘I don’t play games all the time when I’m in here. I’ve hacked their database.’ He’s lying, no one can be a free man after hacking into government files. I need to get out. I need to inform the police, I don’t care if he’s my client.

‘Do you think I did it?’ He asks, but his tone doesn’t suggest alarm. What a professional. He’s not a sociopath, he’s a psychopath! 

‘I-‘

‘That’s what I think, too. That I killed them while I was sub-concious. But this needs a lot of planning than a man who works only half of the time being sub-concious. This is done by someone smarter than me.’ He’s out of his mind!

‘Believe me, Dr. Zhang. I didn’t kill them.’

______

End of part 2.


Next parts at:

Guilty as charged.(Part 3)

Guilty as Charged.(The Final Part)


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How long will you be a passerby, tell me who am I!

​I reside in those lost places that you’ve forgotten the path to. 

I’m that dying flame which you couldn’t save.

I’m the one who’s always been with you, yet you never cared enough to sense my presence.

I’ve seen every step you took, 

from those trembling crawls to the hasty scoots.

Be it the first time you cried over a balloon you couldn’t get,

Or the 7th grade crush who you could never forget.

Over the years we grew, 

together in our own worlds but you never knew.

Why don’t you still see?

Break the bounds and rescue me,

For ’tis true that I’m a dying flame.

Residing in a lost place that you couldn’t name.

But you’re not the one that I blame, 

My anonymity is my greatest shame.