happy new year,
never thought that
the current me wants to
celebrate another year;
filled with uncertainties -
but countless possibilities

because every time I feel sad,
my mind tells me that it's bad,
to have feelings of feelings suppressed,
there's no difference from the undead.

of course, yes I know,
there's no cure in just one go,
but my heart - even tied with a rope,
there's a glimmer of hope

I engraved your name in hatred
for you have hurt my little feelings

countless times.

I wish not,
to write anything,
about love that is
metaphorically
related to Christmas.

how can we forget
that Christmas is
the day where we
rejoice for the Son
and not for the
Sun of your life.

how can we forget
that Christmas is
about giving
your heart to God,
and not giving it
to someone who
might break it.

Alright,
let's get real.

Christmas,
there's nothing
greater than celebrating
the one and only Him,
with words and verses,
written for no one,
but Him.

The traces of your touch
Still linger on my skin
The shadows of your memory
Still bombard my thoughts
An infinite loop
Of bittersweet nightmares

Overwhelming
But sickly satisfying
The desire to fight
Turns to plea’s of death
Attempting to end it all
By drifting into eternal slumber

But I always wake
From my desolate dreams
To a living terror
That day by day
Rips me apart

I need you here
Im going insane
So I hold on
To my agonizing hope,
My most precious pain