End Credits

[Fkeu'itan]

Life,

Feeling like a never-ending sequence,
The ever-scrolling words on black screen.
Somehow, it feels a great event has passed.
A journey ran it's course, the story -told...

Then,

An epic portrayal of the ordinary,
Dramatisations, developments, arcs, writings,
A million moments of slow-motion thoughts,
Freeze-framed glances and intense emotions...

Now,

All been and long since passed,
Our protagonist looks back to the audience.
His sight pierces the screen, that boundary, shattered.
A sudden cut, a jerking motion, circle completed.

Black,

The words and letters, names of those who were,
Coldly scrolling, empty and alone, only a breif second's life.
While juxtaposition screams, the decadent music itself,
Left to draw itself to a close, walking - somber - away.

What?

What happens when the scrolling ceases,
When the names, brutal realities no longer support...
And when there is nothing left to consider.
Where are we to go from then?

From;

Tale to tale, ever searching for the same thrill?
Black to black, never seeing the plane light again?
Real to real, though lost in a world that never will be?
Last to last, the credits ever rolling onwards, never-end?

Special thanks,

8 minutes 20 of wishing we never parted, perhaps that we never
even began down this road, this already closed tale.
8 minutes 20 of wishing we could be so good, wishing it never had
to end, or praying that sometime, it would.

ALL CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS WORK ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL, ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

[Moco Loco]

If I had to describe it in a word, poignant. What's with that ending disclaimer?