Saturday, February 17, 2007

The losing end

as the years goes by, relationship grew.
as we reach the final year, the hidden emotions hit.
As we go on our seperate ways, there isn't another way out
we grew, and we shall end this together.

The fantasy has just started, the fallacies has been proven
There's nothing you can do about it, and there's no two ways about it.
For all we care, the past years were the best, even with this finale,
we should be happy, that our paths crossed
thank you.
each and everyone of you.

Am i drunk when i said im drunk,
it's the denial in place, the rejection in space.
As the kick sits in, the characters fit in.
As we move on, we remember.
That we will still be friends forever

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

When you say

Why be sorry when you're not,
Don't you realized that it's the consolation prize,
When all you bet is all that you have won.
How come we all pretend everything's okay,
When we lost it all.
Save the best times,
Lose my trust along the way.
I will forget it,
Will you remember it that way?
Disappointment,
That's what happened when you trade me in for one mistake.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Payable.

When the night falls, the emotions reign.
When the day comes, the fascism again.
How was I to know, that the world is just flow.
Like each and every arrow, it all lead to a burrow.
Where is the place, the search for sanctuary.
In my mind it begins, the harvesting of days.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

A weird weird dream.

Very weird indeed, the fact that I wasn't even playing a part in this one, makes me feel awkward too.

In it, I'm basically a viewer of a movie, which has some weird/cross era thingys.
I mean, where do you exactly find a swordsmen, a modern beautiful singer, a cross-dresser who uses a scythe(yes, i know samurai x has a character like that), an oversize coward who look fierce on the out side, a horde of red blooded devils, an army of dead soldier spirits and the evil guy which uses an axe.

Waking up from it, it did took me a while to gather my thoughts, as i realised that it might be the childish inner me that's the root of the dream. But oh damn, i guess it's just another alternative thought of mine for the day.