Where does the soul go when I'm under anesthesia?
Where does the soul go?

Where does the soul go when I'm put under? Where does the soul go?
Where does the soul go when I'm under anesthesia?

Where is this place where I become insensitive to pain,
Where dreams do not exist
Where time becomes a secret
And sleep escapes me
When I am absent,  when I am gone
When I am here and nowhere.

Where does the soul go when I'm under anesthesia?

Do I  just become quantum information embedded in the universe?

Where does the soul go when I'm under anesthesia? Where does it go?

Little petty mistakes threw us apart
Dragging me into anesthesia
Down in the memory lane
Lies nothing but pain
I'm alive but I feel so detached from the world
It's a state so queer and strange
With every piercing flashback
I fall deeper into anesthesia
My body lies still on the ground
But my soul is bursting like flames
And every flame burns every inch of my existence
It's a state of heartbreak
But it's still more than just that

ANUNG ALAM NATIN SA PAG-IBIG?
ito ba ay tungkol sa naglalakihang mga mata
kapag nakakakita ng magandang dalaga
na naglalakad sa kalsada
isipin na nating..
maikli ang kanyang palda
maputi ang hita
malaki ang dibdib
teka
tama na
nakaklibog na diba!?
o kaya naman ang pagmamahal
ay parang
yung ating nararamdaman kapag ang ating mga balat
ay nakakapagtindig balahibo
dahil sa hindi maintindihang halimuyak ng galak
o ito ba
ay yung mga pagbabago ng kulay sa ating mga pishi
kapag tayo ay kinikilig ng lubusan
dahil nga ang sweet sweet niya
kulang nalang magkadiyabetes ang puta
ganun ba ang pag-ibig?
ganun ba ang pagmamahal?

ANUNG ALAM NATIN SA PAG-IBIG?
ito ba yung kapag dalawa lamang kayo
nakahiga sa mga damuhan
o kaya nakaupo tumitingin sa kalangitan
habang nilalanghap ang simoy ng hangin
sa taas ng gusali o kaya bubungan
na niloloko ang sarili kapag tinuro mo ang iyong daliri sa mga bituwin
at sinasabi na ang bituwin na yan
ang parang hugis puso
kahit hindi naman talaga
para masabi kolang na meron tayong pag-ibig
para masabi kolang na tinadhana talaga tayo para sa isat-isa
kahit hindi naman talaga
ganun ba ang pag-ibig?
ganun ba ang pagmamahal?


ANUNG ALAM NATIN SA PAG-IBIG?
ito ba ay yung may nakilala kang tao
na wala kang ideya kung sino
na ang inyong bigalang tagpuan
ay hindi niyo naman pinaghandaan
o kaya naman ang makilala nating ang tunay nating pagkatao
na tayo ay hindi basta tao
tayo ay merong kadiliman na hindi purong kabutihan
na kailangan man tayo ay tao
napapagod din
natututong sumuko at bumitaw
sa kapit ng "kaya ko pa"
dahil kailanman walang anesthesia na dumadaloy sa ating katawan
para hindi tayo masaktan
ganun ba ang pag-ibig?
ang pagbitaw ba ay pagmamahal?
ang pagsuko ba ay pagmamahal?


ANUNG ALAM NATIN SA PAG-IBIG?
ito ba ay yung paguubos natin ng oras
kahit na alam natin na ito ay walang kwenta
pero wala nakong pakialam
dahil nga kasama kita
na ang saya saya natin dalawa
nagtatawan kahit sumakit pa ang tiyan
hinuhusgahan ang mundo
sinasabihan ng mga tinatago niyong sikreto
wala kanang pakialam
kase nga kasama mo ako
na sana
hindi na matapos to
tayong dalawa
ikaw
ako
at ang ating magagandang mermorya
ay itatago ko at aalagaan dito sa puso ko
ganun ba ang pag-ibig?
ang paglaan ba ng oras ay pagmamahal?


ANUNG ALAM NATIN SA PAG-IBIG?
ito ba ay yung galak kapag nakikita kita
o kaya yung kapag kasama kita
kapag ako'y ubos na
pagod sa katotohang na ang mundo ay hindi basta basta
andiyan ka palage
nakaaalalay
handang ibigay ang balikat masandalan lang ng mabigat na isipan
ganun ba ang pag-ibig?
ganun ba ang pagmamahal?


ANUNG ALAM NATIN SA PAG-IBIG?
ito ba yung pakiramdam
kapag tayo'y nagpapaulan
na para bang gusto na nating sumuko
sumuko dahil tayo ay pagod na
sumuko dahil ang mga sinabi kong halimbawa ng pagmamahal
ay malayo sa katotohanan ng buhay nating dalawa
iniisip kung ano pa ang ibabato sa atin ng buhay
sige ibigay mo ang lahat
hindi ako basta basta natutumba
hinihiling na sana magkasama tayo sa huli
sana wala nang huli
sana wala tayong dulo
dahil ayoko, na ito ay magwakas pa
o kaya hindi na natin ito inintindi
dahil ang gulo na ng  isipan
nandun parin ako
nagpapaulan
hinahayan na mabasa ang sarili
walang pakialam kung magkasakit pa kinabukasan
basta ako ay basang basa na
niyayakap ang ngayon
tinalikuran ang masamang kahapon

anung alam natin sa pag-ibig?
meron ba tayong alam tungkol sa pagmamahal?
anung alam natin?

ang unti
ang onti lang ng alam natin sa pagmamahal
napakaonti
na nagbibigay sa atin ng galak
ng sige gusto ko pa
ng ibigay mo na lahat wag kanang magtira
dahil gusto ko maranasan ang pag-ibig
bigyan moko ng pagibig
bigyan moko ng pagmamahal
mahal, anung alam natin sa pag-ibig?

The smell of death seeps through the cracks of locked doors where you hide the side of yourself that you never let me see. I keep having search parties for the key but I've finally convinced myself that you buried it along with all the other hearts you've broken. The blood stains on the ceiling are reminders that in some cases the last place I want to go is up, and laying breathless at the bottom of a lake is a better way to drown out the sound of “I love you” seeping through your clenched teeth.
When I was 10 years old I first heard the word ‘anesthesia’ come from the mouth of my best friend whose mother died a year before, and she told me that it meant she was numb to everything. Nothing could make her feel anything which is probably why she danced with death and there were rope burns around her neck as she lay in a casket 3 years later.
It escaped my mouth for the first time yesterday when I saw you walking towards me with a smile on your face and a gun in your hand and the realization hit me before the bullet did; sometimes the side that is hidden from us is the side we’re trying to escape from. But my fear of death subsides every time I stand before you, why else do you think I ever let your mouth meet mine? The consequence is just as dangerous. You’re just as poisonous. There’s no way to escape this.
I find myself standing in the middle of busy streets where cars hit me but I don’t die. I find myself waiting for the train, but never at the station. I find myself in places and I can’t remember how I got there but death always looks me hungrily in the eye and loses its appetite as soon as it gets close enough to take my breath away.
I want to quit breathing, but I don’t. This feeling is so strong yet contradicting. So powerful yet, so nonchalant. It was last night as I lay on a bed with sheets covered in my blood that I came to a conclusion...death is my anesthetic, and you've been giving it to me in doses.

Numbing from the sting of life
Neosporin is the razor
The band aid is blood
Anesthesia is working
Numbing from the loneliness of life

I remember vividly,
The days of my tender immaturity,
That complemented an air of naivety I had.
But now I have learnt,
How to maintain a reticent manner,
An agreeable countenance,
And an unceasing anesthesia.

I have tamed my heart not to beat fast at the sight of you,
But it still needs practice.
It needs practice because it has never known how to face its fears calmly.
So, it remains hidden right here in my chest,
Eavesdropping on you.

I have taught the sinews of my wrinkled lips to smile freely.
I have taught them to smile freely because sorrow chokes me.
Sorrow chokes me because I cannot resist the thoughts of your indifference,
Running wildly down the nerves into each sombre inch of my skin,
And every inch of my skin mutilating itself,
Tattooing your name,
Slowly.
Silently.
'Painfully'.

got a condo in manhattan
but it's empty unless i want to be
cold in the winter
and alone; comfortable

used to call an old flame up around that
area and just vibe
no words, pure concentration on
the movements of our energies

and how they connect to the stars
above or maybe we were just high
out of our minds and being warm
next to each other watching the rain

was something we both could take
home with nostalgic feelings
silence so comforting and numbing

The anesthesia in my veins
Takes away all the pain.

A leather chair
It's comfy
And the headrest actually fits!
The woman
A nurse of some sort
Explains **** near everything
"This does blaahhh
And that does bluhhhhh
And this other thing does
Blegghhhhh"
Thanks.
Let's just get it over with
Then in comes the dentist
Well
He's an oral surgeon
He tells me his name
And hooks up an IV
And in goes the anesthesia

                    BLACKNESS

A comfy chair
I must be coming to
But in the office?
Then I hear the cat
Ohhhhhh
I'm home
Ok
Cool.
What do you mean?
All I can eat is ice cream?
And mashed potatoes?
Ughh... I wish I was back asleep.

I can still recall, as bright as dawn,
those cryptic lines and your cobalt eyes.

Just so natural, you seemed.
He was just as caged as free.
Just like the shoreline, you are.
He is lying there in scattered parts.

I'll be the one to stir your bones,
the one to build our broken home.

Just so natural, you seemed.
This fate is purely for me.
Just like the shoreline, you are.
I'm forever living in your heart.

I'll be the one to stir your bones,
the one to build our broken home.

You look at the world through empty orbs,
ignoring the beauty that swells within.
Your lips work like anesthesia,
numbing your words till they have no meaning.
Sometimes I have to wonder, who you really are.
If I’d knock on you, and hear an echo,
sound bouncing off skin walls.

I want to reach down your throat and strike a match.
Ignite a fire in your gray soul. 
Fill you up with fiery flickering hues.
A passion that forces you into motion.
Awakening your mind, realizing your truth.
A yearning for life beyond just living.