Sunday, January 23, 2011


I can feel your breath
penetrating into my senses
excitement soars
rationality blurred

It's burning
the glares you saw
the screams you heard
were the signs of my twisted mind

I can feel it no more
your breath
we've lose ourselves
feelings were obscured

No more pain

Monday, January 10, 2011


Each and every single day
You'll appear
with all the gorgeous clowns
watching them, silently
and I'll be here waiting
watching you
when you lie

Each and every sinful day
You'll be here
without the glorious smiles
watching them, silently
and I'll be there waiting
catching you
when you die

Why does it feels like I've heard it before?
like it's a repetition


Because the one being watched
was myself.