Cease, beloved

Moment ago I took a breath,
think of crossing a depth of faith.

I look into the deceiving past,
It amuse me with a lingering cast.
I knew the emptiness shouldn't be vast,
I knew the happiness won't have last.

Think deeply I gave a call,
to call my soul back to the core.
The core is weak in its only lore,
the core is sad in the deep down sore.

Life have offered me a different choice,
A choice that I prefer but hatred,
A life that is desired but failed,
A time that was enjoyed in suffer.

Yet another time is going to end,
another story turning into history,
another realm turning into reality,
another life turning into a lifestyle.

I tell myself a bedtime story,
A story which is so virtually done.
Which I once think is a mythology,
But now I call it a legendary.

Time fade as I am awake,
He left me alone as I am abstract.
I try to slow down the pace of his step,
But I repay with what I refuse to take.