Escape

Destiny rocks the world
With its treacherous lull
And will catch one or two unexpected
Just as the sun's going down

Destiny doesn't ask one,
Because it doesn't accept anything,
It only gives
And answers subtly,
Or excruciatingly bluntly.

Destiny took its toll,
With the struck of dawn,
And the entrance of twilight
Over the sun-beamed hell
Burning my tattered flesh
Just as stinging my toes

Rock me, O Destiny,
Sing me your lullaby,
And maybe, just maybe
I can say goodbye.

Humans and Love

Humans are fragile
Not only hearts.
Humans are vile,
Not only their hearts.

If a person's heart is taken away,
Only the pain in the chest will delay,
But the tears will still flow
And the spirit blown

If there were only two kinds of people,
The loved and the loving,
And the loving loves the loved,
But the loved loves another loved,

Thus, it would still be better
Because genuine love was not altered,
But if there were only players and played,
Not only spirits are broken,
But also egos sunken

Thus, a lesson.

Will vile humans be happy when they play with
True and fragile ones?

Footprints

The length does not matter
The further, the better
Walk one step
Then a second
One by one I'm closer to an end
An end which
I hope will never come

Slowly,
Just slowly
There's no need to hurry
I'm cherishing this moment
Knowing it will bring me
just a little bit further

But it doesn't matter

As I go, the stronger I get
The more independent I become
Shouldn't it be like that?
I walk on this path
Leaving my barren memory behind

I know you would see

My footprints never leave
So do my memory

And I will love you
As long as I walk on this barren path,
As I walk on this empty space,
Until I reach an end -
An end I hope will never come

This is Because I Love You Too Much

Everything I do seems pointless
And nowhere
I see stars because of the
Darks shadows created by clouds
I see nothing but your
Lightened face
Smiling, even not at me

I long to touch your hand
And feel the inexplicable
Sensation of selflessness

I wish you will see who I am
Not for who I am with,
Not for who I seem to show
I want you to see what's under my skin
The nerves of pain that keep me going,
And the stimulants which I keep taking

Then maybe you will see
The sorrow no one else sees,
Nor feels
Because everything seems beyond me

Swamped Hole

Little becomes more
Slowly, gradually, waiting for time
Pouring and showering me
I ran deeper into it
Running for who knows how long
I didn't stop
I can't stop

I slipped
I broke down
There,
Just by the tree
With the pain from my hands
My knees,
Scarring not only my body
Also my soul

I stand up
I'm resilient
But I get tired
All the lone souls running after me do not
All the pain that sears doesn't too
All those sadness they carry with them

I take them under my weak abode
Believing I am strong
But they are pulling me down
Little becomes more
I know
But I do not stop them

Gardening

I end up
Sprawled on a golden meadow,
Grains burnt by the sun,
Cottons flewn by the
Flowing wind

The heart attached under the earth
Rooted with the dirt,
With saltwater as the nourishment
Emotions do not grow on trees
They grow beneath,
Like a root-crop

Hidden.

Show Me

Show me how it feels
To singed with ashes
And fall with burns
Tearing thy skin
Smelling of rotten cigarettes
And dusted flesh

See me live
Walk amongst dead
of beautiful and laughing faces
As if it was their last
On their grave

Touch me with hands
Show me how to feel
Teach me how to live

Maybe... just maybe
I'd feel much number