I will love you seven days a week.
I will tell you tales, and love you as we speak.
I will love you today,
And I will love you more each day.

I will love you like Monday.
Like how the Moon loves to kiss the bay.
Like what happened on July 20, 1969,
I will take the risk like my life is on the line.
Because this day will be the start,
Of a one giant leap for my heart.

I will love you like Tuesday.
Like how Ares loves to slay.
I will fight for you till the end of the week,
And claim you as the prize that I seek.
Because even the God of War,
Lost the battle to the one he adore.

I will love you like Wednesday.
Like how Hermes loves to play.
To your heart, I will become a guide.
Everything that you'll need, I will provide.
Every problem we will outwit.
We will face it together, we won't quit.

I will love you like Thursday.
Like how Thor loves to throw his hammer away.
I'll try to be perfect like him,
Even though I am weak and I am slim.
And when our love meets Ragnarok,
I will remind you how I love you again like an alarm clock.

I will love you like Friday.
Like how Freya loves her beauty to be portray.
On this day I will adore your beauty,
I'll touch and give pleasure to your body.
I'll bring you gifts and other thing,
And I'll hope that one day you'll wear that diamond ring.

I will love you like Saturday.
Like how Cronus loves to eat a new-borns buffet.
How I hope I won't suffer the same fate,
Because did you know what happened to this mate?
I promise not to be a Cronus.
I'll love you and our children as a bonus.

I will love you like Sunday.
Like how the Sun loves to give us a brand new day.
This may be the end of the week,
But my love for you won't end, this I speak.
For I love you seven days a week,
And I'll end everyday with a kiss on your cheek.

I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.

I miss your face,
Especially your weirdness.
I miss when you take me to space,
Just you and I in the darkness.

You will call me a freak,
And I will call you the same.
'cause we both are sick,
And we both are lame.

We would talk, and talk,
Until we discontinue.
But then I will knock, and knock,
And we will continue.

Then came the day,
Where the conversation ended.
I felt dismay,
'Cause I thought our story was open-ended;

I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.

I don't know your face,
But I know how your voice sound.
We'll just talk on that place,
Where our thing was first found.

We would pretend to be bodiless,
'Cause we're just a sentient weird voice.
And all we'll do is talk about stress,
But ****, I really miss that sweet voice.

We would talk every end of the day,
Even though we both are unaware.
What is yet to come, is it life or decay?
But still, we would talk and still, we would dare.

Then my voice started to fade away,
Just like in a movie soundtrack.
You didn't even stay,
Or waited for me to come back.

Today I saw her.
Sad 'cause I didn't know her.
She walked passed my heart.
Now, I'm looking for her
And I don't know where to start.
.
Today I saw her.
I just know one thing,
That she looked like a flower.
She's not a tulip, a lilac or a daisy,
A rose, beautiful but quite deadly.
.
Today I saw her.
Will I ever know her?
Now the search begins,
Will I ever see her again?

Some say the world is a paradise.
Some say the world is already heaven.
Some say the world is a happy place.
But not to me.
Ordinary people see the world as a fun place.
But for me the world is sad.
The world is poisoned.
It is dying.
This place is not heaven,
This is hell.
Everyone is a demon.
But not me.
I am an outcast.
Demons see me as a fellow demon.
They know me as a demon.
They do not know me.
Of what i truly am.
They will never know me.
This place is hell.
It is dying.
And it will be dying.
This place is hell.
Where all the people go when they die.
I am dead.
Dead inside.
Inside a world where no one knows me.

What happened to the youth's mind?
They might be deaf or might be blind
I can't even tell.
But they will surely yell,
All the things they want on social media
Just to be on Wikipedia.


They say that youth is the future
But youth nowadays don't act mature.
All they do is post here, like there,
They don't even care about the air.
On the field of love, they all are player.
Saving people with 1 like 1 prayer.


What happened to the youth's mind?
Blahblahblah mankind.
Looking in a screen,
This has no medicine.
Not thinking about the consequences
Of all the things their bad friend says.



Youth is the hope of the future
But youth nowadays act immature
It was sad because they lost their duty
They became useless in today's society
Life is hard and youth is vain
So we need to wake up to start again
All things must change
To something strange.

Do you think we'll meet again?
When the paper stops touching the tip of my pen?
When the moon kisses the bay for the last time?
When the respected police start to commit a gruesome crime?

Do you think I’ll feel you skin again?
When the sun hides in the cloud and it starts to rain?
When the crazy people finally became sane?
When the colored TV becomes black, white and plain?

Do you think we'll miss each other again?
When the maniacs finally break their chains?
When the last leaf of autumn fall?
When the planets above start to brawl?

Do you think I’ll get to taste your lips again?
When the last passenger going to France leaves the train?
When the terrorist won and started to reign?
When the last blood on my body leaves my vein?

Do you think we'll fall in love again?
When all the happiness turns to pain?
When the tears on your pillow starts to dry?
When there's nothing else left except to try?

Do you?
Will you?

my mind is dead.
I can't think clearly.
well, I can't think at all.
I'm wondering why my thoughts are all gone.

am I finally normal?
am I cured of my madness?
am I like all the people around me?
am I finally a human?

I don't want to.
I never want to be like them.
all these people are... sane.
sane, being sane is a plague.

sane is the most dangerous illness.
once I become one, I'll be like them.
them... the mind controlled people.
no freedom, no difference and no one.

they are all like ants.
they only follow a single line.
once they're out of the line, they'll get lost.
they panic and they fear, till they find the line again.

they all laughed at me 'cause I'm different,
but I laughed at them 'cause they're all the same.
I hope the hole in my mind will be filled by new things.
new madness. new thoughts. new uniqueness.

I will only get noticed if I'm different.
so I'll stand when all of them are seated,
I'll talk when all of them are quiet,
and I be myself when all of them are the same.