It buries him undead,
inside the hollow his pain howls in silence
yearning for a speck of change.
His breath comes to a halt, no rhythm of pneuma
Surrounding darkness swallows his vision to appease its hunger
A man yet lives, undead.

It stabs and bleeds him undead,
a ruthless spear that continuously spikes through the heart  
is what it calls mercy.
His bloodstream gushes out -  tranquil as the tides of the night river.
But life simply stays as life.
A man yet lives, undead.

It burns him undead,
inundating him with abysmal depths of fire
he writhes and writhes in agony -
There is no room for any emotion, other than pain
A man yet lives, undead.

That Life has become Death,
is this the true burden of suffering?
He remains unsure, but lives on
undead

Inside the building
when a fire alarm knocks on our earlobes,
many descend their pathways to remaining pieces of life -
But some disclose past secrets inside the drawers

When the eyes of sin and guilt meet,
the growling guilt of a discloser
will chase after the two-eyed witness,
neglecting the past of a camaraderie

The disclosure of an enclosure that
leads to
the enclosure of a disclosure -
Isn’t this an infinite cycle of mess?

Until the emergency stairs become rustic
and the orange-gleaming light comes nearby,
we will wait
to see the sunshine as our long-lasting companion

The melody that earphone sings,
momentarily interrupts me
from the surging flow of busy life -

It releases me from
the supressing weight of burden,
softly whispers and convinces me
to become part of the wave than to chase it.

The dancing tides of a spirit
resemble
the dance of a child.

Today, Tomorrow and on
I am looking forward to become
a part of the voice.

Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –

Did the wild devouring nature of chimerical universe
erase my 'kindling' lights?
The candles once guided me from
the stiff tunnels of darkness
to the upright oak tree standing on the apex of a verdant meadow
that is brimming with flowers under
the orange glittering sunlight waving through -
But the candles are now into broken pieces,
like the rotting shipwreck floating between
the two pitch-black reflecting mirrors

Standing alone
Looking at the universe above,
i ask myself,
Where do i go?

Trapped inside a mortal body
i long to escape from this lostness
as the broken compass without a magnetic needle is 'who' i am.
i try to breathe,
but the inverted tree of life
slowly submerges,
and submerges
into the horizontal mist of senseless void -
my eyes are wide-open as they are shut inside
my mouth gasps for life as it slowly suffocates inside
my ears receive sounds as they become noises inside

Standing alone
Looking at the universe above,
i ask myself
Where do i go