I'm so sad today.
My one and only princess
has been sick since yesterday
my tears fall down when I look at her face!

She's getting some sleep now
I'm sitting down next to her head
I'm so nervous and so worried
I don't know how I can stop crying, how!

I care about my daughter
She's my soul and heart
She's part of my life
I love her so much, I love her!

I'm her best friend and she's mine
Her choice is my choice,
My princess is my eyes
I can't think of new days without her shine!

I feel so happy when she's good
I can't go to the office
without her kiss
but she's sleeping now in a quiet mood!

I miss her happy smile around
her happiness is everything to me
I want nothing at all
I just want her to smile again on this ground!

Oh Almighty God,
You're our Creator
I pray to you for her
You're my daughter's cure!

are you feeling guilty
did I let you down
did I disappoint you
are you feeling guilty
you were my lover
my friend
are you feeling guilty
at the time
I only took what was mine
are you feeling guilty
jesus, we shared a bed
all of a sudden it's dead
are you feeling guilty
you had to know
when it began
it would end
are you feeling guilty
you took my soul
to places it did not know
thought we had goals
are you feeling guilty
that you
had to go

"Guilty"

The compassion I keep
is lost
when I find the need,
it is so low
during the day
that it crawls back in the night
all at once,
feeling ruthless in my mess state
of what I felt
the whole day.


My heart is so cold
in the warm sun.
I flip internally
as the moon comes by.
Empathize
to every device,
my tiny heart increases in size.
Feelings swarm around,
I feel them all
and by the morning,
I am empty
again.

caught a sunbeam
I pocketed it
for a wintry day

At times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
In a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe

Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone
Strains to lift up the veil that darkens the soul
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude
The more it struggles to wade through the mess
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood
the mind goes berserk
whirling and churning.

Anytime the volcano might erupt
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke  
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.