what really is addiction?
what kind of a question
disheartening and mad
the outcome: disappointing and sad?

you made of flesh and bone
but could I still be addicted?
you broke, you smile, you sing songs
is these why I am hooked

you will always that energy
efficiently touched every part of me
the brain that governs
my affairs and decisions

but now my mind written in doubts
soar high beyond the clouds
does the soul creates emotions
or was it emotion, the cause of addiction?

how could I know the possibility?
all I know is falling for you
we share dreams and laughter and go through
sunshine and rainy days together: it’s our history

i don't care about terms; was it love or lust?
or is it an obsession or an illusion?
cos we'd always be that colourful autumn
together our love will crisp and rustle along the street

If you ever walk out my life
no one will fill up the space
therefore, I'll fill it up with tears
I'll cry and cry and cry
an ocean for the fish to swim.

If you ever slam the door
no one will fill up the space
therefore, I'll pack my suitcase
I'll pack it up with clothes
I'll pack it up with tears

If you ever say goodbye
no one will fill up the space
therefore, I'll dig myself a hole
and fill it up with flesh
I'll fill it up with tears

I will lie and cry and die

petals bleed scarlet
cloak with tropical sunset
rose that introverts

W-alking through the garden of dead
I - saw things I’ve never seen
L-arge ancient chapel looking dread
L-eaning over where grasses once green
I-n front of its door was a gloomy rosewood
N-eatly inscribed with “THOU SHALL NOT’
G-rudging the entrance in an inimical mood
S-o I turn to the garden where roses spring forth
O-nly to witness empty graves and tombstone -
N-esting runaway-ghost’s broken bones

S-itting inside the chapel’s prayer bench
A-re thousands upon thousands of bookworm - looking wrench
U-nder their tiny glasses and sleeping caps, they
N-oisily serving themselves with bible stories as they prey
G-iggle, wiggle and wriggle they move from verse to verse
A-s their bookworm tails began to gleam into universe
O-f burning candles, saddle up the darken chapel