I'm standing on my own grave because I couldn't die
Waiting for the time to pass, I looked up
And there goes a drop
I always wonder where did I go wrong, but I know
It's not a mystery but a denial
While people are shouting, I already found the answer
A bit of them, plenty of me
Now I don't wonder but I pity, then I beg
For someone to hear and understand
But we don't want them, that's the truth
For they will give up or die, leave nothing but memories
Words in scriptures and smiles in photographs
They will be gone and we will stand on their graves
Thank them for loving us even though they barely did
And there goes ourselves and selfishness again
We don't bother to think what's wrong again
For this time, nothing is right and everything is wrong
I pity, then I beg
For myself to love myself for others to die without me

The year was 2022
Sidewalks are empty, skies are blue
'Perfect time to walk,' I said
But I never did nor I dared

The year was 2022
Man's in the corner, no one has a clue
'I have a family,' she said
But with a knife he held, he let her bled

The year was 2022
Divisions are visible, unity is through
'I will make it better,' he said
But he was laughing and joking and outside he fled

The year was 2022
There goes Ivan, there goes Sue
'Is it such a sin?' I asked
But no one answered, instead they buried it in the past

The year was 2022
Roof's old, it's time to renew
'I'm going to miss this,' I said
But boy, was I glad to leave behind the dead

The year was 2022
Time to leave the crowd, live with the few
'Perfect time to live,' I said
But the sidewalks are full and the skies are red

And as the 21st season will end,
The reality will finally begin

Dear Sir,
From where you are;
How much did we do for thy name?

Do not trust the liberals
Do not love the allies
Nor hate the oppositions;
'Twas not justice they make—
But abominations!

****** of words
Ballad of swords;
How're you still looking?
'Twas not justice they make—
Halt! And die

Sir, pardon the freedom
'Twas too much and too less
Chaste and filthy;
'Twas not justice they make—
Violent *******!

Hands are no longer useful
Looks like we have to stay at home today
And tonight, tomorrow, the nth age;
'Twas not ease they prosper—
Paranoid demotion!

Dear Sir,
From where you are;
Can you just forgive us?
'Twas not independence you gave—
But debasement!

It was a busy day, I can remember
She was across the street, dressed in purity
She was waving at me, about to run towards me
But the light was red, it never turned green

People around me are talking about me
I heard them cursing my name under their breath
I took away the angel for me
But the light was red, it never turned green

My family hates me for being ignorant
I never learned anything but the words of that woman across the street
She was about to learn everything for me
But the light was red, it never turned green

It was a funeral, I was not invited
How can I say sorry to them?
Nobody forgives a sinner
Because the light was red, it can never turn green

She loves me, and she will never leave me
She tells me life is never easy,
People will save no one but themselves (and that's ok)
So when the light was red, nobody made it green

Yesterday, we had conversation
We talked about your school,
Said that's your only life

Yesterday, we made out at karaoke bar
You sang The Velvet Underground,
I was stuck on The Fray

Yesterday, we wrote poem
It was to reimagine lost diary,
We only felt empty

Yesterday, I walked you toward terminal
We tried to embrace,
Driver shouted go or stay

Yesterday, you gave me book
It was about your life,
How I failed to save you

Yesterday, it was two years ago
It was the end,
I already lost you

Cashful rain on the apocalypse,
How can they be so generously obdurate?
Answer them, for they are poor
"Vote me for I gave you your money.
I will protect you only if you make me rich;
Ten for me, five for each.

Still not happy?
Here, buy yourselves shoes
I wanna see you kneel, clap and praise
To this rod I raise,
To this deluge, do converge
Yell and panic, your worth is my business."

Always, it is an open television, always
Fat men in fat suits watching their favorite shows

Staring at the ceiling,
Staring at my phone,
Why am I feeling this?
What's going on?
Heart's pounding hard,
I'm about to lose it now.
I thought this would be a good day,
But who's enjoying it now?
I was born for a minute,
Then the demons ***** me.
They tied me up on a tree,
Said for them, I am a real deal.
What a good day it is, indeed!
To be alive,
Is to be a feast for the devils.