I draw the curtains open,
unlock the window,
let the sunlight in
and kiss my bare skin softly.

The trees are waving
welcoming at me
while the birds
greet me with their
cheerful chirping.

I can feel
the fresh breeze
dancing through my hair,
then I breathe it
deep into my lungs.

I keep myself alive,
surviving night after night
so I could waking up
to another sunrise

And look forward
for sunshine
as warm as summer
at noon.

After a long years you’ll end up saying why me?
Of all people why me? Yet answers will just flee.
Pretending to be all right you let your tears fall
And let yourself get drowned in the stormy rainfall.

They will tend to push you off with a ****** words
You are trying to fight among those huge wave forms,
Do not just get tired of throwing breads unto them
But just do not let them hurt you just stand up firm.

When someone criticizes you do not feel mad
Just do not stop listening, dear never get tired,
When someone say bad things to you feel it at heart
Do not say a lot just show them you didn’t hurt.

When there are rumors and gossips about you spread
Dear, never to show your flaws instead cried out loud,
Do not simply let them wreck your life’s cursor
Look forward, someday they’ll bow and says your honor.


I know wind is still here and he will wipes your tears
I know that our lives is not about happiness,
The tighter you hold the rose the more pain you get
Believe in yourself and one day they will regret.

but aren't we all
sad and miserable—
trying to live life
as if we know how?

until when
do we really have
to put on an act
that we're just fine?

how pitiful we are
(you're rather strong)
struggling desperately
to survive—

trying not to peek
at the easy way out.
(i'm proud of you)

Washing my hands even though
I know they'll never really be clean.
Too many stains
From the blood, sweat and tears
That will never be seen.
My hands may never be completely clean, but I won't apologize.
I did what I had to to protect, love, and survive.

You want to survive, you want to fight
you need to prove that you can get through the night
but after so many years of being a scapegoat
you realize that no matter what,
you're still stuck on the same boat

All you wanna do is tell them what they did wrong
yet they just keep singing their ignorance song

you don't even care if you become successful and rich
as long as you find a wonderful wife, and have beautiful kids
Yet after all this time you realize you're on your own
left behind, heartbroken, with an enormous l̶o̶a̶n̶  debt..

you can keep on moving, keep on running
but even so the problems will always be coming

Still you gotta keep on fighting, even after so long
because the good things comes only to those who stay strong

for after all this time, after all this pain
you gotta prove that you can do it, and that it wasn't all in vain

Wind howling in my ears,
Sand slicing, biting, through my skin,
The faces plaguing my dreams of fear.
Their mouths all in a maniacal grin.

Pain flashing; arm burning;
Tumbling through the air.
An arm falling in my lap,
It's not mine but his.

My friend.
My driver.
The back I promised to watch.
The family man I know him to be.

No dont look at me that way!
Stop... please...
It's not my fault I survived.
It's not my fault you died.

No dont leave... please...
You're all I have left,
You're my last memory of him.
Stay... please...

The cracking of barrels,
Whizzing of bullets,
I'm sorry I have to go.
My other brothers need me.

You're eyes are already dead,
You're blood has run cold.
But they aren't gone yet,
Their blood is still warm.

A shot runs through my shoulder,
Strange voices coming from everywhere,
One saying to get back,
Another saying it's happening again...

What's happening?
What do you mean again?
Head hurting, splitting, painful.
Everything around me is fading...

No dont leave... please...
This is all I have left of them...
My friends who fell,
My brothers by creed not blood.

White lights, white clothe.
Strange voices speaking strange words.
A man in blue and white,
Red spatters of blood on his shirt.

It makes sense,
For now I see,
I was rescued.
One out of four.

I'm alive...
I survived...
It should've been them.
Why couldn't it have been them.

Raise the ******* high
to salute the fairness of life,
a signal to the clan of the world;
to those blameless few,
content to merely pass through,
it becomes a warning
to those other wretched ones.

The fur and pelt of clothes
becomes a second skin,
animals on the mountain once more;
half covered by white curses
bodies pocketed in snow,
the chilling embrace of eternal season,
reaches all that know
and are deeply felt in the bones,
by brethren and coven alike.

It is the flag of Everest
to mark how far we have come;
ignore the scar tissue
hunger pangs and brokenness
and climb upward to find a perch,
as thin breath of the lungs remains.

Come out from the caves
and seek your mantle;
where others have fallen,
from the towering heights.
Despite the consuming frost-bite,
the finger remains on the tallest peak,
as a cross to bless other weary pilgrims.