It's funny how I spent lots of time writing about fixations
Without noticing those words written were already my pain killers.
And now, I don't have to stick with cigarettes and liquors,
I know they can burn parts of me like a piece of paper;
Poured with kerosene and match sticks to easily widespread a fire.
And as they burn me,
Hoping memories will also scatter flowing against the wind just like an ember.
But those times when I was still under your pressure,
I never felt compression behind these chests when we started to chisel;
I never felt sincerity behind your "I love you" and that's the ugliest thing I can remember:
When you kept on telling me that you love me but it was never genuine enough that it turns out to be a vine that's tying my neck that I need to sever.
You were my glorious endeavor,
But it turns out to be a game some thing you're good at,
And I'm sorry because I can't play your games because I'm a loser;
I'm a loser in a game of three's.
I'm sorry I can't flow your games of emotion because I get easily bleed.
I kept on telling people around me that when it comes to love I am a fragile being,
I befriended tolerance of emotional pain.
That when I start to hold the paper and the pen,
Your name and our memories comes out with a blood stain.
And I need to wake up from this beautiful nightmare;
And I want to escape from this mediocre love of ours.
Wake me up from this aesthetic grave,
I want to feel alive just like how I spent my time with my own self in the park.
My friends once told me to follow my heart,
But when I did, it tore me apart.
I will not blame them from my brokenness because I know they just wanted me to be happy.
I will just write about fixations till I can treat myself a better therapy
See, those nights when I was still crazy about you,
My friends despised me for forgetting them as a part of me.
They never knew I was battling alone because I don't want them to feel pity. 
I remember that very night you told me you'll always love me more than you do to other guys.
And I can't put myself still,
So I have to sever 'us' and I'll be the one to say goodbye.
Good bye, my dear
You'll be categorized now as a history of a tragic fear
You put me into this fear where I can no longer identify a better atmosphere
In every angle of my room it gets darker and colder
My affection in sadness makes the room a little bit lighter
Because whenever I think of you,
It makes me feel dumb that I didn't listen to my friends telling me you were the liar.

Thoughts of the self-spoken
Left me wandering;
Tangled into the parable visions
As we gaze through the celestial eerie.
Mirrors from side to side,
I still can't see the myself inside.
Mazy patterns were confusing my mind.
Despicably appropriate,
Whereas the heavens of alas contemplate.
In this empty vast,
We see light from present to past.
Scourging sun diminishes darkness
Over light in distant visionless.
Blinded to see the real vision of the race;
To acknowledge the imagery painted to praise.
Entire race failed to obey,
Garner the intellect of marionettes strings,
Puppets of the mischief,
Puppeteers of a sheep,
The scent of the blood,
Descends a ripple from hate.
Cast the spell upon yourself,
And let the bloodshot eyes tell
How it visions the dark world's hell.

Love is what we know can solvate loneliness;
That it could possibly heal our souls from brokenness;
I can see your beautiful smile,
Despite this vast sight of emptiness.

Our time were meant to freeze
From distant moments of our memories.
When we sing our song with a background of the sea breeze,
They always put me to ease.

I embraced vividly the ethereal vision of our love,
The wind whispers me your name.
My eyes starts to see none,
And everything went vague.

We should try to vividly figure things out.
Let the deaf hear what you keep on trying to shout,
Let the blinded see the things we're carrying out.
Despite disabledness, let them feel what we're trying to reach out.

Love will always linger in our minds,
As if people we love also does.
Life will always be you,
And you—will always be life.

Since the day you left me out in a cold and dark place,
I will be alive in the lights
Like how I do it on stage.

Broken crystals from the past
Will forever be broken in distant vast.
Can not be fixed nor stick into one.
No tools can ever put it into place.

I am immersed to the light
And solace will come in time.
We diverge somewhere right
And some for wrong minds.

We get deceived for those who talks sweet,
Believing them without knowing they're real.
So protect our hearts with a seal,
Love oneself and know how it feels.

The ink of the pen represents my thoughts stored in mind.
But if I write sad poem,
You should read the inks written between the lines 
And dive in my head.

Sit beside me where pavements are rough
To prove you I don't play with love.
This has to end where we can be tough,
But I'm not a strong enough
To fight this tough love.

This is for the broken,
The thoughts of the unspoken.
To let your mind be keen
On the hollow darkness where light can still be seen.

Make yourself free from worry
And make yourself great.
For the nth time, you deceived me
And will make yourself breathe to haste.

Our love birds weren't meant together,
And life is making it complicated.
You left me down the corner,
Where I used to kiss your head.

The streetlights allures my empty eyes
Where I can see the light flowing away to the sky.
And as my heart pounds,
I realized I am blinded by your lies.

Your smile and eyes are so deceiving,
I may be bruised but I'm not broken.
Leaving me like a shattered glass,
But someone out there will sweep me back.

Our eyes were both difficult to see
The blurry vision of bittersweet reality.
I am tired of believing your drama,
You are giving me paranoia.

It's sad to think you're poisoning my name
To be the bad guy of your game.
I wish you were here
To see every single drop of my tear.

That I'm still the guy who still cries with your bad decisions
And needs your lips to kiss my head
And say, "Everything will be in place."
And make me feel less-conscious.

This emptiness of May,
Will be filled with memories by September
That things will turn out to be okay
With a piece of pen and paper.

To my head, is an empty sheet
But you filled it with sad words that will forever keep.
Hope you'll wake up from the world we are breathing,
So we can start nascent beginning.

If I die tomorrow,
Tell the world how much I love the art of poetry.
Tell them how it washes my sorrow
And how it became my remedy.

If only words can heal enough pain,
Endure the wound caused by vain,
Energize the soul that's so drained,
It would be nice if those will happen.

Courage is my only weapon
For me to face every demon
And sever the ties of the automaton

This is the oath of a man who was once deranged;
A man who once can't win his own pace;
A man who once broke his own dreams;
And a man who once made promises whom he can't keep.

To my own eyes, I was blinded and can not see
The blurry visions of the reality.
Thought I can handle dilemma
Thought I can handle the enigma
But I was wrong after all.

My pillow is the only thing I go by
Everytime I get a teary eye
Flows like a river every night
And pours like a rain

I still believe there's eternal sunshine
Inside this cave is the shining sunlight
That I can cope up with life
And end this depression in time.

Reconnect the ones whom got disconnected
Relive the moments you don't want to forget
Remember the things you missed.
And redefine your worth today.

The eternal sunshine will be the one
To greet my morning
And the moon will make me fall asleep.
The wind will make it comfortable
With a play of its own music.

Driven inside the unwheeled heart
But pumps like it's never been.
Love is a piece of art,
Like poetry of a deviant.
Destined by fate
For narrow souls
Inside a box can ever locate
Between the edges ever known.
To the eyes we see
Two hearts meet
Inside the chest
Is our lungs to breathe
Memoir of souls deep
Is in the waves of the sea
Stars were built for us to dream
Promises were made for us to keep
Love was made to fail
For us to be keen
(So) in the future we know
What and whom to feel
So we can prevent failure
And forever be thankful
Solace will be in our venture
And forever be thankful
Hopes of a tranquil heart
"Love can never tear me apart"
And that statement went wrong
Until there was you who came along
Tore me like a piece of paper
Great fortitude can't even endure
Falling slowly like a feather
Like how city lights allure
Our eyes were made to see the difference around us
But only our heart can feel what's truly for us
We defy our beliefs about love
But they truly exist!
I thought we already had enough
But for love, we can't insist!
Maybe love was waiting for the time to come
Maybe you're not yet ready for time to come.