Dear false beauty
I can hear you dying
In depths of self-made illusions
Try extending a hand but no one is there
A defective scripted death
Long-drawn suffering of breathless sigh
You remind me of the withered garden
Whose poisonous lies seep within the soil and drop dead by itself
But why kill yourself?
Beyond the ashes still the moon shines
But the icy dagger already stabbed your little heart
Cry a single drop of blood
And pray for a never-ending rain
The way you commit it
Still cannot remember me right?
It's fine
In the last moment, a flame flickered before your eyes
And like the lone candle lit in the darkest confine
Your life slowly seeps away as the hand drenched in scarlet sin
desperately try to repent all errors
Final steps are being climbed
Take your dive into your own desire
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
CHI NO 'GENESIS' [RE-BIRTH PART 3]
Still nothing.
As expected, I am rather reckless. My fickle heart just managed to make me lapse into a period of dormancy.
Henceforth, I must stay in the motion in order to keep on writing pieces after pieces.
But in this state of mind, unable to focus on one thing, and deep in anguish...
Like an ominous wind the feelings come and go just like that.
I want to climb out of the deep valley which is the lovely poisonous garden.
As expected, I am rather reckless. My fickle heart just managed to make me lapse into a period of dormancy.
Henceforth, I must stay in the motion in order to keep on writing pieces after pieces.
But in this state of mind, unable to focus on one thing, and deep in anguish...
Like an ominous wind the feelings come and go just like that.
I want to climb out of the deep valley which is the lovely poisonous garden.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
CHI NO 'GENESIS' [RE-BIRTH PART TWO]
Artificial or natural?
A question that stays in my mind for a while now.
What will the 'in vitro babies' feel when they were to be told, that their arrival to the impure world is after all, being controlled not by the hands of God?
What will the 'natural babies' feel when they realise their friends are in fact, not the same as them?
But regardless of the outcome, it still won't change the fact that one has being birthed to live in this polluted utopia.
A question that stays in my mind for a while now.
What will the 'in vitro babies' feel when they were to be told, that their arrival to the impure world is after all, being controlled not by the hands of God?
What will the 'natural babies' feel when they realise their friends are in fact, not the same as them?
But regardless of the outcome, it still won't change the fact that one has being birthed to live in this polluted utopia.
Monday, October 19, 2009
CHI NO 'GENESIS'
I started the day with a blank mind.
It was like everything that lingered in my head before I drifted to sleep was extracted.
And in its place was these random words.
Inspiration poured on me like this comfort-giving rain outside my house.
And on my way home I got a chance to walk under the rain.
Just now a thunder boomed to which my glass window quiver in terror.
Now back to the 'walking under the rain topic', I was hesistant at first.
Funny, it was as if I was afraid of the minute droplets.
Then a single droplet striked my left eye and I was finally able to overcome the heavy feeling that stayed in my chest for so long.
With every raindrop that dyed my white shirt gray I felt like they took my burden away and cure me of the self-induced feeling of loneliness.
With a slow classical music flowing from my badly-tuned speakers I picked a pen and started to write.
I wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and wrote...
...until my index finger hurt.
Lying before me was a piece of paper, with words of apology and sensation of being re-birth scribbled in a random manner.
Now it is time to convert them into a piece that truly fits my true self.
Another thunder roared across the sky.
I closed my eyes and a speck of tear overflowed from the corner of the left one.
Maybe I have hurt myself badly for constantly tormenting the impure heart with visions of arrogance flashing before a weak individual who uses melody as remedy.
I shattered the crown and donned the worn-out attires, waiting for the dawn of new souls.
It was like everything that lingered in my head before I drifted to sleep was extracted.
And in its place was these random words.
Inspiration poured on me like this comfort-giving rain outside my house.
And on my way home I got a chance to walk under the rain.
Just now a thunder boomed to which my glass window quiver in terror.
Now back to the 'walking under the rain topic', I was hesistant at first.
Funny, it was as if I was afraid of the minute droplets.
Then a single droplet striked my left eye and I was finally able to overcome the heavy feeling that stayed in my chest for so long.
With every raindrop that dyed my white shirt gray I felt like they took my burden away and cure me of the self-induced feeling of loneliness.
With a slow classical music flowing from my badly-tuned speakers I picked a pen and started to write.
I wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and wrote...
...until my index finger hurt.
Lying before me was a piece of paper, with words of apology and sensation of being re-birth scribbled in a random manner.
Now it is time to convert them into a piece that truly fits my true self.
Another thunder roared across the sky.
I closed my eyes and a speck of tear overflowed from the corner of the left one.
Maybe I have hurt myself badly for constantly tormenting the impure heart with visions of arrogance flashing before a weak individual who uses melody as remedy.
I shattered the crown and donned the worn-out attires, waiting for the dawn of new souls.
Monday, October 12, 2009
CHARM
Gee when I looked at the time this afternoon the clock showed 15:15:06...
It's bad luck! (0_0)
It's a relief today's not Friday.
No songs written this week. Huuu writer's block... ( >A< )
Instead of saying "oni wa soto! fuku wa uchi!" during festivals I should shout "WRITER'S BLOCK wa soto! INSPI wa uchi!"
I love reading Japanese folklores...
It's bad luck! (0_0)
It's a relief today's not Friday.
No songs written this week. Huuu writer's block... ( >A< )
Instead of saying "oni wa soto! fuku wa uchi!" during festivals I should shout "WRITER'S BLOCK wa soto! INSPI wa uchi!"
I love reading Japanese folklores...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
B★SIDE
You are like a single dandelion, laying dormant
Afraid of others, doesn't want to bloom
Inferior thoughts have been affixted
Though small you can outshine the roses
It's just a matter of time
Sleep now my dearest
I want to see you lose yourself
Beautifully falling pieces by pieces, emerging from the green shroud
This heart goes wild whenever these eyes encounter yours
The soul relinquished control of the body, shivers involuntarily
Warmness in the chest, pounding fast
Swaying to incoherent melody, don't be afraid
There are no more limit, broken through by the brave you
I will always watch you, no matter how insane you act
My single dandelion
Afraid of others, doesn't want to bloom
Inferior thoughts have been affixted
Though small you can outshine the roses
It's just a matter of time
Sleep now my dearest
I want to see you lose yourself
Beautifully falling pieces by pieces, emerging from the green shroud
This heart goes wild whenever these eyes encounter yours
The soul relinquished control of the body, shivers involuntarily
Warmness in the chest, pounding fast
Swaying to incoherent melody, don't be afraid
There are no more limit, broken through by the brave you
I will always watch you, no matter how insane you act
My single dandelion
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