For every second sleep has stole
I feel dead
I feel dead inside.
I feel dead
I feel so fucking dead
I feel dead
I feel so dead!
cakap kosong yang tak mengharapkan apa apa perhatian atau tepukan
Thursday, August 26, 2010
i don't want to play games when i want to sleep
siren pagi berbunyi
damn dah pagi..
suara ibu kedengaran dr dapur marahkan ak masih tak bangun-bangun lagi...
sigh!
masuk bilik air..mandi...
turun kebawah dan masih melihat ibu masih bising..
senyum
bukan senang nak menikmati pagi macam ni...
bila jauh mesti rindu pada famili..
tapi bila sudah di rumah mencaci-maki...
tapi satu...
famili ada satu ja...
xda yang mati ibu akan hidup ibu satu lagi..
pagi tadi seorang kawan kehilangan ibunya...
aku mula fikir sebab aku x pernah lagi rasa kehilangan seorang keluarga..
ayah sudah tiada mak...
ibu hilang dua-dua..
xpernah tahu rasa...
sebab ak x nk rasa benda tu..
...................................................
suara ibu kedengaran dr dapur marahkan ak masih tak bangun-bangun lagi...
sigh!
masuk bilik air..mandi...
turun kebawah dan masih melihat ibu masih bising..
senyum
bukan senang nak menikmati pagi macam ni...
bila jauh mesti rindu pada famili..
tapi bila sudah di rumah mencaci-maki...
tapi satu...
famili ada satu ja...
xda yang mati ibu akan hidup ibu satu lagi..
pagi tadi seorang kawan kehilangan ibunya...
aku mula fikir sebab aku x pernah lagi rasa kehilangan seorang keluarga..
ayah sudah tiada mak...
ibu hilang dua-dua..
xpernah tahu rasa...
sebab ak x nk rasa benda tu..
...................................................
i used to make out with medusa
Dead hands clutch my arm
The smell of death fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her carcass reanimates.
Oh, if you need me
I'll be tying a rope to the tree
Where our love used to be.
I've took down every photo of us and buried them at sea.
I've took down every photo of us and buried them at sea.
Don't worry dearest
Beauty is only skin deep.
Psyche!
Your beauty is no more.
So why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore.
Your beauty is no more.
So why don't you just fuck yourself you stupid fucking whore.
Well I should of known,
Not to look into her eyes
I'm cast to stone,
Her glare was my demise!
Medusa.
Medusa.
Your beauty is no more.
So why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore.
Dead hands clutch my arm
The smell of death fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her carcass reanimates.
Since you left me, things have never been the same.
Hour by hour, day by day.
Your memory will fade away.
Every sunrise, every sunset
Will help me to forget your name,
Your smile, your eyes
Medusa.
The smell of death fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her carcass reanimates.
Oh, if you need me
I'll be tying a rope to the tree
Where our love used to be.
I've took down every photo of us and buried them at sea.
I've took down every photo of us and buried them at sea.
Don't worry dearest
Beauty is only skin deep.
Psyche!
Your beauty is no more.
So why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore.
Your beauty is no more.
So why don't you just fuck yourself you stupid fucking whore.
Well I should of known,
Not to look into her eyes
I'm cast to stone,
Her glare was my demise!
Medusa.
Medusa.
Your beauty is no more.
So why don't you just fuck yourself you fucking whore.
Dead hands clutch my arm
The smell of death fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her carcass reanimates.
Since you left me, things have never been the same.
Hour by hour, day by day.
Your memory will fade away.
Every sunrise, every sunset
Will help me to forget your name,
Your smile, your eyes
Medusa.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
a sandwich is missing in this lunch box
now you are gone..
don't know where you are...
dead or alive...
i can't fucking tell...
i just want to say...
i'm fucking sorry...
for what have i done in your life...
make you miserable..
make you fucking miserable...
now i can't see your pretty face...
your beautiful eyes...
this fucking shit make me crazy...
cause i have this fucking guilt in my deep heart ..
and this guilt can fill the fucking sea...
don't let me die here alone..
with this fucking guilt..
cause i'm drowning in it...
till my last fucking breath...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
miskin
Kalau tidak, kamu bukan miskin.
***
Definasi sebenar kaya : ada 2 ketul lagi ayam percik tak habis walaupun dah habis waktu sahur.
Kalau ya , anda orang kaya tak guna!
Monday, August 16, 2010
tengok sampai tembus langit
betul ke aku ni???
atau dah tak betul??
pandang kanan...(nampak langit)
pandang kiri....(nampak darat)
cuba pandang atas dan bawah...
tak ternampak apa-apa pun...
ceh,babi betol...
betul ke aku ni???
atau dah tak betul??
berjalan macam merangkak...
berlari entah sampai ke sudah...
cuba pandang langit lagi...
tak ternampak apa-apa pun..
ceh,babi betol...
betul ke aku nie???
atau dah tak betul??
tak ternampak apa-apa pun..
tengok dengan teliti...
atau dah tak betul??
pandang kanan...(nampak langit)
pandang kiri....(nampak darat)
cuba pandang atas dan bawah...
tak ternampak apa-apa pun...
ceh,babi betol...
betul ke aku ni???
atau dah tak betul??
berjalan macam merangkak...
berlari entah sampai ke sudah...
cuba pandang langit lagi...
tak ternampak apa-apa pun..
ceh,babi betol...
betul ke aku nie???
atau dah tak betul??
(geram..)
pandang langit...tak ternampak apa-apa pun..
tengok dengan teliti...
(tersenyum)
ceh,babi je yang betol...
garis selari
(sepi. . . )
garis selari...
hari-hari ak tatap tapi masih tak mengerti...
apa yang cuba diungkap dari garis yang tegak berdiri..
yang selari dengan dengan diri ini...(keliru?)
masih berdiri...
dari malam...ke pagi...dan malam kembali...
(sentuh..)
ah..mungkin khayalan ak sahaja..
yang hanya sorang-sorang nampak garis ni..
kata mereka aku gila sendiri..(gila kau!)
masih berdiri..
masih bersendiri...
merungkai makna dan rahsia diri dan garis disini..
(monolog diri...)
biar kan aku sendiri..
duduk sorang-sorang..
fikir sorang-sorang..
tak perlu aku berkongsi..(berkongsi???)
garis selari...(ohhh...)
kerana aku masih tak puas...
hidup seorang diri...
garis selari...
hari-hari ak tatap tapi masih tak mengerti...
apa yang cuba diungkap dari garis yang tegak berdiri..
yang selari dengan dengan diri ini...(keliru?)
masih berdiri...
dari malam...ke pagi...dan malam kembali...
(sentuh..)
ah..mungkin khayalan ak sahaja..
yang hanya sorang-sorang nampak garis ni..
kata mereka aku gila sendiri..(gila kau!)
masih berdiri..
masih bersendiri...
merungkai makna dan rahsia diri dan garis disini..
(monolog diri...)
biar kan aku sendiri..
duduk sorang-sorang..
fikir sorang-sorang..
tak perlu aku berkongsi..(berkongsi???)
garis selari...(ohhh...)
kerana aku masih tak puas...
hidup seorang diri...
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