Master
"There's a demon
In the calmness of my heart
A master of disguise
Hiding the darkest plot
Lurking in silent
Searching and waiting
For another demon
A playdate that live in the darken abyss
The one that plays well
The one that wear an invisible skin
So good at disguising
I am the master
Waiting for the perfect match
A demon that dance well
With me"
I always thought you're the one
The demon I'm waiting
A playdate for a lifetime
But you're too good at disguising
Leaving me with the circumstances
That I've never seen, coming
Ink
"There were things
That can never be spelled
There were things
I'm dying to tell
Too scared I am
Of this chipped, heart
To endure another break
So I sewed my lips
But my faltered voice slipped
Becoming ink
As it paints my thoughts
In silent
Yet I hear a scream so loud
Invading what's shouldn't"
There were invaluable life
That doesn't deserve to be part of your life... ME
"The aroma of coffee...
Blank diary awaits
The spinning fan
And the ticking clock on the wall
As the rain falls down
SILENT. SERENE... THE LOUDEST SCREAM
That regular rhythm
That common music
The epitome of loneliness
Before you ever come
Or even after you've gone
And the following day"
I wonder why being myself become the thing that you hate when you asked me to turn away from being... me. Am I happy for not being myself?
Carcass
"Not loved by you
Is somehow a raw experience
Even if I have stood the same
Numerous times...
Before you
But not loved by you
Is indeed a naked experience
Like a dream without a story
An eerie feeling that slipped in
As the sudden realization hit me...
Am I now just a carcass?
Rotten in your memories
And soon fade"
While the fact gives you, your life
... somehow, I am dying in my aloneness
Accent of Desire
"Rainy day...
An empty bookstore
The moment...
I'm drowning in the sea of pages
As the flipping sounds
become a classical music
like Bach and Beethoven
or simply...
Here I am,
Overthrown into the oblivion
of imaginations; running wild within me
Flying like Mr. Pan
Rainy day...
An empty bookstore...
The smell of crisp pages
An accent of desire
So alluring...
So tempting..."
...within those quiet moment, I found you in me.
You've become the words I've read.
The dark ink that become my eyes.