lost in the darkness

Happy Mother's Day

2008-05-12T16:29:00.002+08:00

This poem is dedicated to my mother. It's copyrighted so it's only to your viewing.
Poem (composed by me):

I don’t know where to start
I don’t know what to say
I guess I'll start by thanking you
On this special day

You’re always there through everything
Through the good and bad
Thank you for being there
And sorry for the times I made you mad

You've been a great mother
You've always tried to be there for me
And I know even though we argue
You’d still try to listen to me

You've put up with my attitude
Each and every year
And I know if you could
You'd make all of my problems disappear

You never gave up on me
Even when I made the worst mistakes
But I'm trying my hardest to improve
I'm doing whatever it takes

Your love and support
Throughout all these years
Have given me strength
To see through my tears

I appreciate you more than you realize
Even though it doesn't always show
I love you more than life itself
I hope that you'll always know

You think about everyone else first
But today’s our day to think about you
To thank you for the things you say
And everything you do

Though we may not say it
Without you we couldn't live
Because everything we have
Is everything you give

I know I’ve said and done things to hurt you
And I know that it hurt you inside
But I can’t erase the things I did
No matter how much I tried

Today’s the day I want to say I’m sorry
For all the things I’ve done
I’ll try my best to make you happy
Though I’m not the perfect one

Without you I would not
Be who I am today
You'll always be my hero
Forever, each and every day

I'm glad to have a mother like you
To me, you’re the best around
You’d catch me whenever I fall
You'd never let me hit the ground

Thank you so much
For being the best mom in every way
I know this is a rather lengthy poem
To end it, Happy Mother's Day

Daughter to Father confessions

2008-04-13T00:00:00.006+08:00

Poem (composed by me):

Father can you listen to me
Just sit down and pretend you care
Where have you been all this while
You're always gone somewhere

Your attention can't be replaced with materiality
Like it used to work a long time ago
Please don't pick fights mother
Then pack your bags, slam the door and go

Is this what we call a family
When you've been a stranger all this while
Please father, don't hit me again
Scars inside, I'm forced to smile

We're not a 'happy family'
So stop drilling my head with this lie
You want me to be a perfect daughter
Yet my desire is to die

We're the talk of the world
Because they think we're rich
But it's you with all the money
You never came back when you left us in the ditch

Daughter to father, this is my confession
You broke my mother's heart since the day I was born
You've broke your children for life and there's no turning back
And you pierced us deep like a rose's thorn

We're hanging by a thread
And it's too late too erase the mistakes
I guess you still haven't listen to a word I've said
Now it's too late, it's too late

Perfection doesn’t justify greatness. I’m flawed all over so can’t you just accept that? I’ve tried so hard to make you proud but you were never proud of me. Guess I wasn’t good enough, was I? All the terms you labeled me – the piercing words that were spewed from your mouth; they pierced deep in the heart leaving scars. You’re never around to watch me and my sister grow up. Now, I’m turning fifteen – do you know that? Or have you forgotten? You don’t want me anymore because I listen to hardcore music you call trash. You scoff in disdain at the way I dress, all black saying that I’m off to a funeral. I loved you even though you hit me whenever you got mad. Yet the only reason I dealt with it is because you were, after all my biological dad. Hit me hard and take everything I had, yet you never once sit down to listen to a word I've said. You were always busy, always gone. You’d sit in your room for ages whenever you’re home. You want me to be perfect, to be the exact replica of you. But let me tell you this: the past four years that I took up guitar for was actually for my interest and not for you. Yet you forced me to take up something of your interest and blame me when things don’t turn out the way you planned. I’m sorry father, so sorry that I’m not you. When you saw me cutting once, you screamed at me and jumped to conclusions - your anger out of bay. You should have listened to my alibi, if I had killed myself, would you still be this way? You never led me to believe between choices of wrong and right. I was only fourteen and you expected me to win this fight?! Thank you for those bruises and scars. Those were only the physical part. Most of all, I thank you for the emotional and mental trauma that haunts me till this very day - that tore me apart.

Yet, I am writing this to tell you of the pain I’ve been holding inside and I'm not blaming you completely though you did always made me cry. I want you to know I love you but I still hold the overbearing grudges deep inside. I can never forgive and forget. You used to be my hero but I've thrown that aside. You can't make things better - it's too late for that. I hate you for you’re nothing but a stranger to me now. Even after all the things you put me through; can I ask just one more question before I go? You never loved me, did you?

I need you?...

2008-04-11T22:15:00.005+08:00

Poem (composed by me):

Those short moments we spent
It must have meant something
Moments like no other
Sparks hinting me something

When you spoke to me
You must have felt it too
Smiles and touches go a long way
And then I realise, I like you

Too scared to confess this secret
Too afraid you'd run away
But this feeling's eating me alive
As I wake up each day

Hard times I'm going through
And the misery I can't push away
I force myself to live another tomorrow
For your prescence alone brightens my day

There are times when you feel that things will turn out perfectly - for once. Yet, such situations would just end up backlashing on you and then you'd realise it was all an illusion. At the end of the day, you're left with nothing, just misery for your own foolishness and gullibility. Words seem too strong a power for such a frail thing as humanity who fears not only themselves but an unknown, yet everlasting, reality.

"Inspirational" quotes

2008-04-09T15:39:00.004+08:00

Sometimes all you can do is smile and go on with your day.
Hold back your tears and pretend you're okay.

My mind's a twisted tree, standing, stripped of leaves, in the dark sky. The dry ground is slowly killing me, driving me to the brink of insanity.

Depression slows the heart rate, and betrayal destroys the trust and fear of pain prevents recovery and finally broken love breaks the heart and then your dead inside.

Ambrosia

2008-04-09T15:12:00.003+08:00

A touch of poison seals my fate
The dawn echoes the night with my glory, the sun himself honors me

Once king of roses, now lord of gold
The Gods themselves envy my hand
Blessed with the gift of gilded touch
Fate wields it's knife to cut the thread

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

In my perfection I have no want
Yet eyes still glint with greed untold
A folly as fatal as sin has now become the end of me

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love
Have I not earned this, the gift of beauty within?
How selfish were the Gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure?
I truly have become one of them: my fatal flaw

Oh yeah! I've got him hook, line, and sinker
Thanks to me, he's his own necklace
Now he's good as gold

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

Cut the thread

Hello bitch

2008-04-06T18:53:00.004+08:00

Got a problem with me, bitch? Wow, your inferiority is really a consolation to my esteem. You know what, I won't waste time typing it out. Here's my thoughts of you in quotes and pictures. Enjoy. [:

x Heartbroken x

2008-04-06T18:47:00.005+08:00

I know you're thinking that this has got something to do with my love life but heck no. I'm still blissfully with him. This is just the outlook of my blackened heart.

I'm on my own

2008-04-06T18:15:00.004+08:00

Poem (composed by me):

Loneliness is hidden but shown
Misery is an emotion outgrown
Nobody can ever understand you
Your like an unfinished review

Silent cries devour my misery and sin
Perfection lies deep beneath my skin
Bless my blesphemy to such extent
My massacre. my hail, me end

Sorrow dines lavishly with departure
Isolation present in my stature
Bless the fallen, a message to the unknown
Kisses goodbye, I'm on my own

A crush that's crushing down the drain

2008-03-19T18:23:00.004+08:00

Va te faire foutre encule! Putain de bordel de merde! Tu me casses les couilles connard! Va te faire enculer! I'm just having a bad day.

I have to condone this feeling because I know we're impossible. Just an insight into my heart: I've been crushing on you from afar. Your charisma weakens me and it's attracting me somehow. But, halt. This feeling has to cease. I know we're impossible but it's okay. I'll just conceal my heart and I'll be heartless again. Bitter with sweet regrets. You can't see my tears in the rain.

Farewell, dear fantasy.

Is it cheating when your not cheating?

2008-03-18T21:06:00.004+08:00

Song (composed by me):

Verse 1:

Tell me is it wrong to like somebody

When you're with another

Tell me is it wrong to think of that someone

When the guilt feeds on you

I love him, I do

But I keep thinking of you

And I don't want to break him

Just to know that the cause is you

Chorus:

But it hurts like hell when I see you smile at me

I can't speak while you're around me

I can't make a move cos' I know

We all have our counterparts

But I don't want to lose mine for you

Cos' I know we're impossible

And I know I'd wake up to realise it's all

Just a dream

Verse 2:

Tell me is it wrong to stop this feeling

Just to know it'll overflow

Tell me is it wrong to live a lie

When your my bittersweet sin

I love him, I do
But I keep thinking of you
And I don't want to break him
Just to know that the cause is you

Chorus:
But it hurts like hell when I see you smile at me
I can't speak while you're around me
I can't make a move cos' I know
We all have our counterparts

But I don't want to lose mine for you
Cos' I know we're impossible
And I know I'd wake up to realise it's all
Just a dream

Outro:

A crush is like an infatuation

Following your heart will lead to isolation

Confusions, delusions, there's nothing I can do

Hopefully the right one is him or you

Your laughter brighten my day

You lighten me up when you walk my way

Maybe it's just nothing

But it can mean anything

I love him, I do

But I keep thinking of you

And I don't want to break him

Just to know that the cause is you

But I don't want to lose mine for you

Cos' I know we're impossible

And I know I'd wake up to realise it's all

Just a dream

Sing me a love song rocker style

2008-03-18T20:03:00.002+08:00

Hero/Heroine
You caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine

Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
I'm feeling like a new born child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded

When You Look Me In The Eyes
When you look me in the eyes
Tell me that you love me
Then everything's alright
When you're right here by my side
When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes

Cheerleading is not for preps

2008-03-13T18:31:00.007+08:00

Practice! Practice! Practice!
That's all we've been doing most of the time.
Rehearse! Rehearse! Rehearsal!
We can't lose, it'll be a crime.
Go Respect!

Eh-hem... attention please (:

2008-03-07T18:08:00.009+08:00

Attention!
Attention! Attention!

May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room
If only, if only for one second.
Will you hear what I have to say?
(Oh-oh-whoa) did I mention when I see you it stings like hell?
To the fact that we could have something that'll never happen.

I have updated my Frozen Infernos Happen Once In A Lifetime series. The link is located in my 'Story' section. Enjoy.

Freedom: wish I had it

2008-03-07T13:31:00.005+08:00

Term 1 is.... OVER!
Cheers.

Finally, I can find serenity and tranquility. I need space.

A big shout out to guys: It's okay to cry. Whoever who said that guys are pansies when they cry, is utterly conceited and a cowardly bastard.

And finally, piercings are way better than tattoos okay. It's fab. Tattoos hurt like a bitch and after it's done, it'll still hurt like a bitch. Permanently. And, it damages skin.

Emo from my POV

2008-03-06T19:29:00.003+08:00

EMO ≠ emotional

Emo has been part of major controversies between all stereotypes (for goddamn sake, don't use the word label. We 're not part of a can label unless you consider yourselves a piece of meat) just because they're somewhat "similar" to stereotypes such as metal, goth and punk.

Then again, they're NOT similar. Their similarity is based solely on the music they create and support but there is a colossal difference in the genre, the fashion and also socially.

Emo kids are often described and potrayed to have long fringe brushed to one side of their face, normally coloured and straightened. They wear tight skinny jeans, tight tees which often bear the names of their favourite bands, tight fitting sweaters, studded belts, canvas sneakers (converse or vans). The colours are often fully black or colourful.

However, the mass media and opposing stereotypes has started associating Emo with a stereotype that includes being emotional, sensitive, shy, introverted or angsty. It is also associated with depression, self-injury and suicide. To those who believe this theory and to those who created this theory, I can tell you that this is PURE BULLSHIT.

Emo is just a stereotype and culture. It is the people who are Emo who potray depression, suicide and angst. But before you critisize them, let me ask you, have you ever had any of these feelings described? So, does that make you Emo? It's bullshit. All of us teens have felt depression at least once.

So why do you keep picking on Emo? It's their lives not yours. So what if they're Emo? So what if they're depressed and start to mutiliate themselves? Why do you even bother disturbing and picking on them? Are you affected by them? Did they mutiliate you? They just want to be left alone. Isn't the stereotype about the music? About the genre? It's not to differentiate ourselves from others. In the end, we are all the same. Catergorized under humans.

Why must you always judge others and critisize them? Why are you humans never grateful and satisfied? Why do you humans like to gossip and pick on others just because they look different from us? Why are you jealous of them? Why do you make fun of them just to feel superior in front of your friends? What's the kick in that?And if you try to follow them and copy them just because you're jealous of them, isn't that posing? Why pose if that isn't what you really are.

At the end of the day, you are what you are deep inside. It will never change. So why are we destroying ourselves and making a mountain out of a molehill? All these cliques are just intended to be genres of music. Why can't you just be yourself?

This way to sin city

2008-03-06T13:57:00.004+08:00

Why are humans such ungrateful and unappreciative creatures? Why do they assume that they're God and start judging everyone? I will not listen to mortal creatues because they are my equal. Whatever they speak is never right or wrong so go ahead and assume that I am actually bothered and affected by the words that are spewed from their filthy mouth. There are no saints in this world. Tell me if there is ANYONE in this goddamn world who has never sinned once and I will doubt my theory.

Vous baiser. Je ne soigne pas que vous dites. Soutenir de.

Needles and a bleeding lip

2008-03-02T17:04:00.004+08:00

Let's feel the pain and pierce our lips.

Steps

1. Go to a reputable piercing parlor.

2. He will sanitize your face, jewelry and piercing needle.

3. Use a pen to mark the spot you wish to pierce.

4. He will use forceps to pull out your lower lip.

5. Then, he will place the needle over the marked spot and push it through your skin until it pierces through the other side. (be aware that the lip will stretch a lot, and the last centimeter of skin on the inside of your lip will be the most sensitive.)

6. He will then place the jewelry into the hole on the end of the hollow needle so that as he slides the needle through, the ring or stud is in place.

Aftermath

1. Your lip will hurt for up to two weeks. This is normal as it is the swelling of a fresh piercing.

2. Also, be aware that there are major blood vessels and nerve endings in your face so be cautious and use common sense.

3. Be aware also that when you eat the piercing will become irritated.

Warnings

1. As with any piercings, there are risks including, but not limited to, blood clots, scarring, allergic reactions, infection, and etc.

2. Do your homework. (Find out as much as you can before you attempt this or any other piercing.)

3. Do not use a lip stud that is too tight for you. Waking up one morning with your lip stud completely embedded in your lip is a lamentable experience. At that point you will have to have it cut out yourself or at a pricing parlor. The other option is simply let nature take its course and let the jewelry work its way though your lip.

Things You'll Need

1. Money (for your piercing).

2. Extra money (for medical bills if your piercing goes horribly wrong).

3. Antibacterical soap for aftercare.

The tears won't fall, they'll crash to the ground.
Will you cry or smirk at the end?
Or will you wuss out and pee in your pants?

You and me: destiny or tragedy?

2008-02-27T18:06:00.014+08:00

I'm being kind of informal for the first time in all my blog entries. That is because I have a poem dedicated to a person.

Poem (composed by me):

Hidden emotions deteriorise my sorrow
Hiding away in what's left of my shadow
A breathing creature with a heart that's hollow
Suicidal hate with the sharpest arrow

Blue eyes probe into my cold black eyes
Only you could hear all my silent cries
You're my saviour from insanity
You've melted my glacial heart and set it free

A bond of trust may not be strong
But we can always prove them wrong
Maybe it's fate that let us meet
In the same path, away from all the bullshit

Time will separate us once again
For the greater distance brings great pain
But someday we'll meet once more
If destiny opens us to the same door

P.S: Joey, this is dedicated to you. Hope you like it. And for the last time, your british accent isn't stupid. It's fucking hot and I fucking love it. (:
XOXOXOX,
H&K

Revenge is a beautiful thing

2008-02-16T17:18:00.006+08:00

Did you think that I would give a damn if you hated me and made me the topic of your absurd gossiping? Go ahead and make my day. Spit all your ~~'hurtful'~~ insults if you feel the need to salivate. I do not give a fuck to such degradation. Make a fool of yourself if you feel the need for attention. You are all just pitiful, inferior individuals. You have souls and physical bodies but a such pity that you do not have a life. Take offence to my post and it would not make me feel anything. It will just make you dimwitted fools who are feeling ultimately guilty. I'm heartless, it is not true. I just keep my emotions insulated from mortals like you. Say all you have to say to me. If I do not answer you, sorry I was not listening. Please take your time and repeat yourself okay? But please note that I still would not listen. It was the essence of sarcasm.

Poem of the day (composed by me):

I'll make you wish you'd never met me
And make you wish I'd disappear
You can wear me like a choker around your neck
But i'll weigh you down with fear

Suffering the pain, falling deep into abyss
I'll watch with a smirk as you choke
The biggest secret you'd never get to tell
Ever so slowly I watch you voice a croak

I will let you feel the pain you caused me
And now my blackened heart just won't heal
So raise your guilt-filled glasses pitifully
I promise that your last moment will be surreal

My heart is burning from this selfish desire
I vow to make all of you pay the price
I'll force you to regret this very day
For you are my mortal sacrifice

No remorse, just hatred churning deep inside
I reach out from my arsenal of knives
Sharpen it once more and devour your pleas
With a swift motion, I end your lives

Taking a step back, I admire my masterpiece
With a crooked smile on my face
I see the blood and my revenge is complete
With a final satisfaction, I escape from this place

Frozen infernos happen once in a lifetime (Chp 1)

2008-02-07T15:12:00.005+08:00

Memo: This is an excerpt of my story, Frozen Infernos Happen Once In A Lifetime

Giggles after giggles. She makes me sick. Just because she has friends. Just because she has a group to strut around with. Just because she has everything in this shitty excuse of a school. JUST BECAUSE!!

Iysta Shadows was deep in thought, unaware of her fingernails that were digging deep into the flesh of her palms and that a tint of fresh blood had oozed out the wounds. Her black eyes drifted towards Caitlyn Watson, who was giggling with her friends. Caitlyn Watson. Blonde and blue-eyed unlike Iysta and naturally a cheerleader.

If only I had laser eyesight, Iysta thought as she bore her eyes at the back of Caitlyn’s head, then I could probably fry the hair off her head or better yet, criminate her body until she ceases to exist. Wait. Why the hell am I here in the first place? I never go to the cafeteria anyways.

Iysta picked up her black messenger bag and pushed open the cafeteria doors, walking lazily past the lockers. She still had thirty minutes to kill before the next bell rings for English class. She walked across the courtyard spotting some of the girls in her class but she didn’t bother to converse with them or hear all the current rumors and gossips they just had to spread here at Pacific Coasta High School. To her, all these rumors and gossips are just pathetic excuses for all the girls to entertain themselves. Yes. The girls are just backstabbing betrayers finding sadistic ways to hurt one’s feeling in hopes of becoming popular. Hypocrites. That’s what the girls all are. Every single one of them cannot be trusted.

“Iysta Heartless Shadows,” Christopher Ryans drawled from behind her. Iysta stiffened in irritation and clenched her fists but continued walking. “Giving me the cold shoulder, huh heartless?”

“Christopher fucking Ryans,” Iysta snarled and turned around, sharply. Not bothering to look at him, she started poking him in the chest. Hard. “Have I not told you a million times not to breathe out my middle name? And I will not permit you to use my middle name and make a mockery of me.”

Christopher pushed her finger away from his chest and laughed. “Ice, Ice, Ice,” he taunted. “My middle name isn’t fucking. It’s my dick that does the fucking.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t have a middle name,” Iysta pointed out, narrowing her cold black eyes. “I just thought I’d give you one although I absolutely agree with yours. Christopher Dick Ryans.”

Iysta smirked at him in triumph and crossed her arms over her black tee. As usual, she had worn a black tee, a pair of black skinny jeans and black converse shoes. Anyone could tell she had a thing for that morbid, depressing, dull colour. Her medium length black hair had been cut in choppy layers, the top part much shorter such that in spikes out in different directions. The bottom part, however, had been straightened, and hung over her shoulders, and the fringe curtained her left eye. She had added a few streaks of red in her hair and finished it off with a medium-sized black bow. Christopher eyed her carefully and scrunched his nose in disgust, “At least I don’t look like I’m off to a funeral.”

“Ooh, That really hurts, Chris. Were you dissing my clothes or me?”

“I-”

“Whatever Chris,” Iysta interrupted. "Just get out of my way or I'll do you away permanently."

Pain coming from almost everywhere

2008-02-05T17:02:00.006+08:00

My uphilll battles and stress struggles has finally paid off. I passed all my tests (pure biology, maths, social studies, english literature, physics and chemistry) except malay. But then, to hell with malay. I'm still getting over the fact that I came 3rd in class for pure biology and 1st for physics . Cheers. Just got me another piercing today thanks to Kwok Feng for I had to accompany him to pierce his bloody bloody ear. Haha. And Gary had to make the agony that was already throbbing numbly at my ear deteriorate by touching it. And for accompanying them both at J8, I got rewarded with a sore shoulder because of my stone-filled bag. How terrific. I'm peachy right now because I'm aching all over.

Freak of a girl

2008-01-30T16:36:00.001+08:00

I have nothing to say here for unveiling everything wouldn't enlighten me in any way. I'm keeping my mouth shut. But to make my entry seem ~~more~~ fulfilling, I'll let you in on how I'm feeling at the moment: I'm feeling irked, fatigued, forlorn, chagrined and miffed.

Poem of the day (composed by me):

Sinister in disguise.
I'm cynical to your eyes.
Vengeance is the root of my vile sin.
Sending shudders and goosebumps through your skin.

Never underrate my personality.
That's where remorse will retaliate a pansy.
For an imbecilic move leads to a nightmare.
Haunting you forever without a moment to spare.

Tension that's staying put

2008-01-29T19:53:00.002+08:00

I'm currently feeling peeved so it's best that you leave me alone. The tension is really killing to me and I don't need anymore shit. From anyone. From day to night my brain is working. Digesting all the information needed in my studies. You may think that it is such small matter and I'm making a big deal of it but I'm serious. You'd probably think of suicide if were in my shoes. The only time I get to relax and tranquilise is for about 2 hours max. I sleep wee hours in the morning and wake up by 6 am. I really can't take it anymore especially when people add on to the problem by making things aggravated. If they want to fan my flames, they have to be prepared to be burnt by my wrath instead of whimpering like the little weaklings they are. Blame me when I get moody. Blame me when I throw a fit. Blame me when I throw a temper. Bullshit. F*ck it! You already know I'm freaking miffed due to stress and albatross. I don't need your freaking hounding and badgering. Argh!

Listen in silent motion

2008-01-25T19:35:00.001+08:00

It’s true when we say that parents and teens cannot get along. They just don’t understand us because they choose not to. They choose not to listen to us. They feel that we are just troubled adolescence who are going through a phase. It’s fucking bullshit I tell you. It’s always them who are correct. Not us. Never us. They feel that we are younger than them to understand anything they say. It’s always us who listens to them because they dominate us but they never want to listen to a word we say. We can never be heard. But then, when we do something irrational and formidable, that’s when they’ll ever notice that we’ve been there all along. We have to go through to such extent to get them to hear us out but in the end, we’d still be blamed. Any other way, we are the fallen victims.

Unexpected as it is, school has become my torment. (and to think that it’s only been close to a month.) Nine subjects and it seems infinite. It’s really a killer. I spend like 5 days a week digesting all the stuff that the teachers teach not counting my tuitions on weekends and my guitar lesson for the upcoming Grade 3 guitar exam. And cca to add-on to that. You would probably have wondered why my brain hasn’t gone atomic on me. The stress is a bitch though and the headache is massacre. Even a dozen painkillers can’t counteract the agony. And the humiliating part is that my malay language has gone from adequate to atrocious. I guess I really have no interest in that subject. I mean, I find it kinda pointless to study it. It’s not like the world’s going to speak malay to me. What is the world coming to? They raise standards of education, standards of living, standards of employment and standards of everything! How is it not hard for us to indulge in sin when the biggest sin is already been there but ethereal to us?

Silent screams of a dark angel

2007-06-03T23:41:00.001+08:00

The dark angel keeps a watch on me.
One day, one day, he will consume my soul.
And when that day comes, ready will I be.
When he takes me, no longer will my mouth be foul.

I shall serve an eternity in the dead's territory.
For, I will not move on to the afterlife.
I will ignore all those lost souls plea.
For, death would be like my scarred knife.

The knife that ripped my my body and soul apart.
My blood that smeared on my murderer's face.
When he pierced my broken heart.
That was when the dark angel surface.

Writtien by Me.

Dwellers of haunting nights

2006-11-02T16:19:00.001+08:00

Rise above the moon-carved trees
Swim beneath the fog-laid sky
Flow within the lost soul seas
Enchanted by some silent cry

Suffering a cold innate disease
Beyond the lines of human eyes
Frightful of the day's burning sun
Beginning only where night begun

Undefined creatures of the night
Cursed with blood tainted tastes
Wallowing deep inside Earth's fright
Living life by hugging wastes

Killed and hunted by a single sight
Misplace, Mislead, forever chased
Enternally fighting the demon within
Forever preying upon innocent skin

Grim Reaper from hell

2006-11-02T16:14:00.001+08:00

I enjoy the world of pain
I relish in agony
I'm coming to get you so you better not run

Cause i'm the Grim Reaper
I hold your soul in the palm of my hand
I play with your sanity
You better bow down and show some respect

Cause i'm the Grim Reaper
Death is my brother and Satan is my friend
I work for darkness
Soon it will be the end

I love to hear your tourtured screams
As you writhe on the cold marble floor
Submit to your fate cause i'm coming for you
I'm the Grim Reaper

Now say goodbye cause your time has come
I'm here to take you home
Where darkness lives alone

Legacy of the hidden

2006-11-02T15:58:00.001+08:00

Like always, the life beneath me crawls
Like always, the moon refuse to call
Upon the river, where the dark began
Where souls are reaching for a plan

All ours lives portrayed as a living race
Running from our own haunting face
Not of this world, nor the world beyond
We pray in tears yet no one ever respond

Fear created within our own clouded mind
Taking over our bodies over time
But it is us who are named as fear
It is us who nightly change and disappear

Legacy of those lovers of the dark
Brought to life by the bleeding mark
United once again for a final evolution
Fighting for our last chance of resolution