Quivering, parched lips
As the dark cloaks my body
Another cold night.

Gusto kong manahimik,
Sa salita o sa kaluluwa.
Gusto kong ibaon,
Katawang di uma ahon.
Gusto kong tumigil,
Pahilumin ang sugat.
Gusto kong manahimik,
Huling hinga't pipikit.

As the temple throbs
For each wham of a thought
A push back is made
Leaving you distraught.

As each stitch is cut
And the wound gapes wide
The light in your eyes dims
Your gaze cast aside.

You question yourself:
"How can a heart, once young and ready,
Turn its petals to shades of ash,
And cower when it wants to be happy?"

Sa mga bagay na akalang
May halaga,
Mahahanap ang mga tinik
At pangungutya.

Sa mga damdaming
Di mapigilan,
Nagtatagong demonyo
Ang masisilayan.

Sa mga luhang iba iba
Ang panimpla,
Pait ng poot at alat ng lungkot,
Sila'y ibubulsa.

Sa mga gabing napapaisip
Ng sariling dulo,
Huling isip at ngiti ko'y,
Iaalay sayo.

As the ground trembles,
And the tide madly dances
I search for my home.

So much anger, burning hot sin
Scalding flow of venous liquid
Throbbing my heated skin

To appease the beast it seems,
The cool, smooth silverware
Sinks deeper, demanding release.