Light breeds shadow
In the form of fear
Consuming my immortality bit by bit
Creating a fiend
That guzzle up my happiness
Till the deepest core of my conscience
Remorselessly

Piecemeal
I am dying from my own trepidation
That agitates me

Whether to choose malevolence
That is sweet and warming
Or to choose benevolence
That is pain and suffering

Only the saint's heart will find its way
With the least tainted loopholes
Gifted by the brute to the paradise god has created

Destitute and feeling obselete
Failed to be absolute
I seclude myself
To a silence so deafening
And the temperature is dropping
While the loneliness is creeping

In fetal position
On this oversize king bed
With blue bed shed
But no blanket

Vainer, i thought.

I am hungry for some
Love
From you
Kiss me, in the bitter light
Of the sun setting,
With the sour wind blowing,
And let me taste
The sweet taste of your lust,
Bite the hotness out
From my body
Endeavour yourself
In this spark of
Marinated relationship.

I heart some love,
Made some beautiful hearts,
And set them free,
Free to fly with the wind,
Wherever it takes,
Wherever it goes,
Fly away, farther away,
Traverse the skies,
Over the cloudy cloud
Sliding down the rainbow,
And crashing down,
Hearts broken into millions pieces,
All the broken pieces bleed,
And heart cries,
And heart howls,
Mourn and growls,
The crashing sound is disturbing,
I cover my ears with my hands,
Shutting my eyes so tight,
I failed to relocate my love,
I failed to rebound,
I’ve failed,
In fetal position,
On this wet ground and yellowish grass,
I laid.