I laid down so hard, unbearable
I crumbled down in the groove of my paranoia
To search inside a dream, a fritter halfway between
When i woke up believing
I am king
I heard a gunshot from within

I drew a face of a late night
On the back of a raindrop, waved it goodbye
It'll be back before breakfast, wearing something elixir, in heartbreak
Soothing some hymns about the rivers, she has been through
Standing here, caressesing the mild wind to show them way
Standing here, it has to dread the death, the rust
It has to feed the rain, while coming back before breakfast
And before long it's dark, another day wasted in self inspection
And planning before comes the junction of conduction and the train to my show
A stunning resolution
I drew a face of my heart
On the back of skipping stones heavier than the moon

How cruel would we be if we only communicated in symbols
I'll be 89, a perfect prime
But without parentheses i would not make sense
I would wake up to a dream of having factors you can call your own
But sinking in a voyage of my endeavours
I'll be a null set that doesn't need parentheses to make sense
Just a weird scribble that's all to make you understand

Standing on a starting line without anyone left to explain this
This cypher written from top to bottom in a tongue I don't speak
Or feel compulsion to study, still written well in meaning
I heard this quote, it stuck me under my sleep
Like honey dripping over a bee's dead body
"I know how to be perfect but there's comfort in my panic"
I felt it slipping under my skin, a touch
To tell me it's okay to be not okay
To just run from coast to coast
Looking for yourself in everything

Right, left, at ease soldier
Home is far you reside in fear now
You harvest the blood of your brothers
To a lost cause, on a mere madman
At ease soldier, At ease
The lunatics is the air, it's just not you
The paper holds your credentials and a column
For if your head explodes, rearranged till your sane
At ease soldier,
It's a cloud burst, don't panic
I see you on the red spot of Jupiter
Now hide till September

feel something is suffocating the idea of escape
like Prometheus waiting for the vulture
or a toxic person hurting you
Day after day, you think
Maybe hurt is all you deserve
because that's all you expect

In from the edge of a maze
I fall to every stone hardened in shine
Feeling surrounded, clouded by craze
A clad of them good, yet I fall into the same place
In that light that hawken the unreal ground
Feels distant from where you are about
You felt like a dream, inside my house
But maybe again I slept in the wrong place

These reckless little thieves that could but behold your command but couldn't question
As there hands are tied with falling goodbyes and sympathy that they swear to taste
No mercy did these strangers receive,
The courage failed and these strangers were killed by the greater pain of lesser fear
They juggled their sense figuring out the tone of their endeavouring love
It turned out to be abuse

At the distance of the high autumn requiem
The diary was all he had, unfolded
Words and distinct meaning of the fierce
Wrath of that distinction is that of her

The wrath is the warmth of the morning
It is the sweater from a heart that wishes solitude of good fortune
Fortune so twisted in knaves of his command
It is o'er the blood of blues to imagine him

Leave him, cause a deary heart is too dreamy
Dreamy and flirty, it might ruin this autumn
But a soul is broken if only the rule isn't pretty
The rule was over death but was no more

This feast is neither tasty and nor is it poison
Neither is the epitome of oppression nor power
Neither the women nor the demon
It is the most of him with empty will of existence

So leave me for good as i don't own him
Is the night the sunny day without the eyes
Or is it the vengeance of the god to make me die
Without a last dream.

a trousseau, vailed bride
the summer sunshine, friends
butterscotch ice cream, expensive wine,
a friendly dog inches apart, a creepy aunt
a chocolate fountain. Some childish jokes
a heartfelt speech, heart-bound love,
pulled aside by the groom, for hugs and laughs
being very sweet, softly they hold my hand
recharging the social battery, enjoying the back
socializing with fearless child, in way better clothes
at the end, kisses to all who could take
left with nothing but the sweet envy
for a wedding day

Remember the time
The place, your face
I crawled up and said
"I'm yours, in your arms"
The self medication made no sense
But the essence of you
Is a drug that heaven bled

I was Orpheus and alive
But all I saw when I turned around is
Myself

I'll play some music
Inside of imaginary Louvre
And we will run to cupid's aid
Where he is fighting a heartbroken prince

The bliss in for the morning
Really pushed you over my space
Negligence and 'Bye' sounding
"Put the money in" and this he says

The lights don't flicker or twist
Rain water slows and it gets ever so cold
The valiant queue fades in the mist
He kills you ,steals that you once sold

Forgive me, hera
There wasn't any way
Please send your lame little mirrors
I need to show how you looked

Lines for buses or just the heat index
The quick glance at my wrist,it's time
The breeze stopped gushing for the best
The ground wasn't as dry or sublime

Sirens in lane like crime wasn't born yet
"I'll work the nightshift" and for true love
"Agony Aunt was burnt alone", you bet?
I left my dreadful seat for a run

And i ran to my rescue
Far away from worldly affairs and fear
The gun the gun the gun
That the bad men used as i slowly ran away from you

There was one day
I still remember it to the end
You were looking out the window
Comprehending how much effort you put
How little you get while everyone else is stuck on their screens
I heard everything
Then I heard priest spoke some hymns
Down the river from the hills flowing through the prison corridor
Then it all fell like glass and broke
Woven in the clouds still hindering in naive sunlight
It's all right, "be like the love which discovered the sin"
Or amongst the rebel and stone, lemongrass and ginger in free breeze
A polaroid joke about laughter captured, hung before everything
Dreams made us feel, rest is an act
I witnessed snapping out

I'm dancing on a battlefield tomorrow
Does it help to scream ere comes dawn
Would you usurp clothes and boots torn between electric fences and memories?
Or would you stop dancing and meet death while she is busy?

Maybe I'll be better off a werewolf
Drop my sword on the run to the morning
Touch everything in between
In momentary lapse of a blink in freedom
I'll be better off a savage

You don't deserve what you abide
It's so dangerous to play with your words, remember when
The moon grew older than our others
In the corner Kepler scratching his head
To see the moon sulking, singing
"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour"

Romance is only shred human in our love

I want to study chaos when I grow up
Maybe then I'll be better
(Upholding my heart bleeding amber)

The people chatter about my soul but couldn't see me dead
I had currency without having a single blood drop by my armor
The thickness of my blood was Humorous for very soil where my grave lied
My heart was stuck  by this symphony named  Dulori
But no love I could recall her senses or tongue could  let loose
A woman who made me bled because she thinks I slayed her

Sky's touched with tyranny
When you are soaring through the outer
Atmosphere
Remember me
Remember the sky lucidly

A fine old village with a family but no answer to a phase
The abuse is the only refinement her endeavors could ever dream
A radical thing about her heart  was doomed with a shadow without a glance
I loved the sense of her feel that I never touched completely
A love that wasn't full of clouds or breeze that I adore
But struggle of the pain crawled to very eye of me
Telling me to never stop loving her
Here I rest, a poet romanticizing a single word she quoted
"No...."(with no desire, dulori)

The red colour of valentine
The saint was caught up with a fine
For driving too fast to save me
From my inevitable death
And we'll have a blue room
Cover it, in a fish bowl
"Would you like to eat something?"
I must turn on the radio before
The bowl fills up with Lead as the saint wished it to be

Sometimes I feel free
Sometimes the feeling sneaks around the backdoor to flee
There's nothing like this feeling of being lost faster than time
The feeling comes so little yet it is louder than the bombs over my city today

Could you fathom the grounds beneath shrieking city?
Or the regret behind the spoken promises over nights of insomnia
I'll trade my conjuring comfort for some clarity
I must agree, it's unique
Being the powerless protagonist in your own story

the darkness shy to discrete
silvers even the finest golden screen
and the men are casted in that burning breeze
for the pigs need a golden leash

all abort the american plane
the sky is burning but our site is faint
and their laughter echoed down the drain
they gave us a shovel to mine the golden plain

we will return to the salt and the sea
******* and your money
we will arson your hollow kingdom, just see
******* and your money

Crying very quietly, a strange thing
Feels like a dream when Utumno
Was shrieking into oblivion and we thought
"This dream isn't feeling sweet"
I opened a portal
Into darkness
And lost you

The interior of her heart is tuned with glory
Her spirit lived in the void, screaming in the Halfway mystery

Wake up wake up, I dreamt a dreamer
Woven in silver, jewellery like the two trees
She offered me some relief away from my panic
I told her, "I'm starving, I need your peace"
She glitches into oblivion, left me twitching in my misery

I shout to the clouds of the torned-up town,
They said they were hefty so my endeavors drowned.
The town was drunk to a hallucinated sin,
Like a soul on the swing disturbed by his molested scene.

Obnoxiously lamping the soil to bury the truths,
My wretched life shrieked to the hanged forbidden riots,
Their voices were shut and gits were rolled  out,
The hanging symphony of death left no shadow by their houses.

"you gaze unafraid as they
sob from the city roofs"

Hold it, the sighs of creme and ****** lips
The sower, kindly drop some shadow
Just hold us deep into that slow breeze
The tainted red would move us together
Imm in deep voice, stark fingers touching
Heaven and everything, it goes against me
Feel some valency, worth, your beauty and
The card that bleached into the lost night
Of moving against the spirit of flowing tides
Crashing between the pores of sand
Around these fingers that crossed some of you so preciously
Now come to me millions of times for the sky breeds some time to die, again
Under the tent of that weird surrounding, the low-sighted buildings, found a hotel named metropolis, and Clark was brooding, flirting, and singing a song
It went like "I had a thought dear.." moving like flashes of sudden melting under the sweet whispering straight at your mouth as I crawled to your face and your lips and your eyes, we moved so quickly
Suddenly I remember, I don't deserve this and a rush of sadness scales down my spine as hell breaks through my eyes while the sky creeps and dies and dies and it screams and dies for time is over and nothing else moves but Clark fidgeting thinking about something else