Pleasurable Agony

I foresee my future pleasure in this narrow room,

glancing through one's window, I got mesmerized by the sunset,

screams reigns within head and insane laughter began to sounded,

my free hand holds my hope and coldness rush to my skin.

Remembered my complete self on a paradise-like land,

felt the comforting cold breeze and the soft sand,

a genuine grin were plastered on my tender lips,

but then it knocks my senses back to the hell-like reality.

Time is ticking to waste, I decided to hold my breath,

once I step on my chair, both negative thoughts agreed to armistice,

my dead soul reigns its power to take away positivity—the light,

depression hits me hard and my escape in this kind of darkness,

is to end with pleasurable silence.

— Colin Cris Celestial

Colin Cris Celestial is an 18-year old writer from Talipan, Pagbilao, Quezon Province.