Stuck between both mortal and immortal worlds
Wishing your sweet tooth would grow miraculously into a wisdom tooth
Siding on the immortal landmarks and seven staircases air space
Mortals would rot in the tombs they honored with whispers and marbles

Opinions are something to rage with authentic furs
Justice could be forsaken bet it is Judge Judy

Oh!
The crystal clear ocean the world holds
How pure it is
How innocent it is
How suspicious it could be

Mortals will fail to discover
The leagues of truths the ocean was hiding inside coral reefs.

But immortals would not
Cause every drop of the sea, there's a  minuscule salt

I feel weepy
That house is creepy
Care less to be cowered
No time to sour

I hear a creaking sound
Under the cupboard hound
Is it a roach?
Or self hallucination that poaches?

I am alone
And my throne is blown
I want to hide and run
When the moon incarnates the sun

So u've found a secret passageway.
Round the downtown underground walkway.
But how did u get there?  

So u've multicoloured my monochrome thoughts. Coincidentally grasping the brick ground.
But can't you see that I'm running around in circles?  

So you were the one who triggered the bullet.
Up above the luminous sky, so high.
But will it ever fall back down?  

And so, you've met a thrilling fate.
That cut and sliced all the threads of life.
Rallying all my fully loaded dreams, and fragments of nightmares.

She laughs, he smiles.
The black forest taste he could only taste at the peak of light beams
Her laugh seems similar, quite similar.
Her haha's outcasted the glooms and dooms
Just as the black forest melted on his taste buds when sun rays streaked upon his shoulder blades.

She cracked a joke, he laughs and nods
Intellectual is what they might say
A brainy maniac she is, who could co-host a sitcom
His Friday nights would now only be filled with her wits
Replacing all the beers and stouts for a while
His once bumpy and rocky throat is nil compared to the highly raised cheekbones visible during a good laugh

But one day she cried.
The guilt he carries overshadowed his sympathy.
Her big swollen eyes
Her pinkish and warm face which was covered in dribble
Hadn't he known?
All those time he made somersaults, he was drown deep below
He could breakthrough,
but was too mesmerized by the mermaid's blinking fishtail and scaly skin.

And she saved him
From being turned into a merman
Only then he was back to square one
Where her laughters, her jokes and her sobs are actually his sugar crush, his Gatsby gold
As always, she was after all, his soul saver.