muddy roads thin and narrow,
reaching through the quiet streets,
the alley I once grew and cherished
but it does not remember me.

wild plants growing on the sides,
once a kid picked caterpillars here,
it brought him joy and excitements,
but they must be happy hes absent.

a child used to run through this place,
leaving trail of oval imprints.
trashing the earth mother below,
the ground must be happy the kid has vanished.

No one care that he has disappeared,
not the alley, nor the people living within,
he naively thought he was part of it
but when hes gone, no one cares,
no one remembers

in a dim dark rectangular room,
there trapped my very soul
alone I sit doing what I must
to live, to learn, to fight.

expectations thickens the clogged air
tightening around my chest
it's hard to breath, it's hard to think
it's hard to know what is for best

mindless like a machine
I repeat the same old formula
to sleep, to wake, to work, to eat
on and on, to repeat.

but as I learn to go outside,
to push those limiting walls,
I learn the harsh truth, my own lack of worth.
and the walls tighten instead.

the more despair binds me the harder I work,
yet through this I realise my faults and uselessness
in retaliation I work even harder to fight against the crushing walls,
until I'm squished by those them, myself.

time is the only present I need, yet it flees.
like the blowing sand once in the ancient Egypt wind,
vanishing into the nothingness, along with the nose of the sphinx.
gone into the vastness, the mono coloured canvas.
every second I lament the last,
the unreturnable past,
the fragments of time that fled my grasp,
I hate, oh, alas.

The rifts of life mends itself anew,
but always flawed, a tiny crack remains.
never visible to the fleshy eyes
forever there, it quietly hides.
until another fissure gaps wide open
slowly, slowly it'll fix itself again,
but how many scars can a frail heart bear,
until it breaks, and can't be repaired?

Hollow abyss of the deep cliff, into the distance the moon shines bright
wind caressing the fresh green grass, festive fireflies.
beating against the rocks below, white bubbles arise,
darkened spots in the starry sky, the end is to arrive.

Death reminds me of silence,
elegance, what I strive to be.
quiet and devoid of noise,
peaceful to the mind.

No tangled mess of emotions,
theres nothing such as pain,
no expectations from society
no meaning, no sound...

floating in the emptiess,
as if one don't exist,
but does it really make an difference
since I will not be missed?

monkeys giraffe buffalo ape
snail and spiders together ate,
hippo zebra croc'o'birb
emu is the strongest bird.
cats and boots and deers and goose
human do indeed like noose.