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Umi Dec 2017
Truly I have become sick of this place
Truly it brought me nothing but disgrace,
The fire burns me down,  starting from my face
The pain, is unbearable, just thinking of it makes my heart race

When I think I am served water they melt me down with acid rain
I have finally fallen in the deepest pit of hell, is it mercy I wont gain?
The torture here is relentless,
eating up all all of my skin it begins to slowly numb my senses
I would give up on lfe, if I wasn't brought back all the time
I wonder why I am here....for which crime ?

I forget the life on mother earth, the touch of hell is all there is
Of course, there isn't any bliss (in here)
That is, looking not so bad eh ?
The angels torture us when we are about to burn to the ground
There is no speck of mercy or kindess in them to be found

Stretched out as my skin turns to ash,
We get whipped, broken and torn into shreds...I feel like trash
If I ask for forgiveness now...
And cry out my sins the moment I bow...
Will I have found peace ?


~Umi
Mark Rubilla Sep 2010
An admirer caught himself
Thinking of his first lady
He daydreamed about her
He wants her to be his lfe

But some circmstances in chain him
Without a brain to present it to her
When the moments grabs the opportunity
He begun to melt like white candle

He wish upon the billions stars above
Keep hoping of the day, it will reveal
Every morning, he longs to see her face
To touch it like the mirror on the wall

How can he be start a talk as a casual talk?
When is the perfect time to find the ace?
His heart was beating faster than the normal
He seems so nervous to welcome the day

I said to him, Oh boy, just be relax and still
Wait patiently upon that precious time
Your line is not too thick to pass by
Or yourself is not ready to stand with it

And the admirer, listens to the advice
He put it into his heart's treasure box
Hide the key into his close palm, his mouth shut
And he enjoys his life as a single guy
© M.B Rubilla 2010