Existence

Misery is the reason of my silence

Mystery, the blood of all existence

Purify my soul if I was deemed too sinful

Crucify my life if my existence is

nothing more than just a sin 

I draw a picture of your yesterday

it was both beautiful and disgusting

filled with lustful angels and breathing demons

Even with me 

sitting alone

My heart is blind

Save me from Purgatory

I will not cry

 

Love me 

with hate 

.

Lust

The gloomy feeling of excessive love

evokes a fallacy that nothing is above

Digesting the red eyes of this blue dove

requires nothing more but this latex glove

Taste the blue desires in Asmodeus' breath

asphyxiate yourself in the desert of death

where you will eventually drowned by thirst

this lechery will be your first yet your last

Sip your last drop of this sweet Vermouth

as it flows through your sadistic black tooth

you will then begin to realize the sinful truth

that all these is just a sad delusion of our youth

Feel the ultimate fetish orgasm between metal and flesh

.

Greed

The worship of insatiable

essence that evokes betrayal

the black thoughts that are fatal

with nothing but Nothing on the table

Soulful melody of the broken

resurrects the thirst of the fallen

empty hopes yet to be brutally taken

by the false yet undead angel named Mammon

Pure temptation flowing in your vein

Dove flying around the flower of pain

Endless desires shows that you are insane

so blue ants will gather around your sinful brain

Desires can be vitally fatal yet fatally vital

.

Wrath

This rage is nourishing the vengeance

and pleasuring the wrong indulgence

This madness is killing the silence

and reincarnates it into violence

I like the melody of your scream

now everything looks like a dream

This burning fire is consuming me

I can think of nothing to set me free

I trust no faith

go ahead and pray for your last breath

How many times should I experience death

before I can evoke His Wrath?

This is a tragedy of self-denial

.

Apple Tree

Apple tree of December

growing strongly with tender

those days I can still remember

voiceless pain and endless suffer

Silver bullet that disguised as seed

shamefully hidden below the skin of greed

wipe those tears and falsely claim it as deed

innocent breaths and dark sorrow are what you need

What lies under the beautiful ground

are the limbs that have never been found

What continuously nourishes this soulful tree

are the infinite bloods that put a shame on the sea

This, is too raw for the tree to grow backwards

.

Forgot

It's 11.47pm now

I woke up in this white room

filled with the scent of gloom

I feel empty

and lonely

I remember nothing about my past nor present

I was told that I am having amnesia

the only thing I can remember now is the feeling of my Coulrophobia

Should I stay?

but why?

Should I pray?

but to whom?

I want this to be my last breath

in this room, nothing is left

but then I begin to question myself

What is the meaning of my death, if my life is made up of nothing?

.

Here

Welcome

This is the place

where the sky is below us

hell above us

Here

we live happily with Rabbits that never die

and the pink monkeys with only one eye

This is a place

where live in peace is a sin

war is the world we live in

Here

Honey is the holy water

holding all of us together

This is the place

where Uroboros exists

the symbol of The End and The Beginning

and the emptiness of the never-ending

Aren't you fascinated by the bugs crawling under your skin?

Aren't you mesmerized by the dying worms screaming for green?

Yes

Welcome to Utopia

.

Blind

If I let it be the past
then it takes no prisoner
I dont know whether it'll lost
til the end of forever...

Blind burned in a candle
yet mind is dying in blue
It's more than I can handle
no angels should too...

Do I still remember?
the sound's tender that made me hide
Flame covered the angel's December
melting souls inside...

I am blind

Contaminated Fallacy

If there is no Gravity, blood would not need to flow down, from the wound.
If there is no Gravity, corpse would not need to lie down, when they are dead.
If there's no The End, there won't be The Last. Everything is eternal.
If there's no The End, there won't be The Final. Everything would last forever.

If you could have scream it out, things might not be the same now
If you would have told me, I could have shown you the way to Eternity.

If freedom simbolizes eternity, then death would have not been so easy
If hope simbolizes everlasting, cadaver would have been so tasty.

You are confused, by the fallacy.

Shut Their mouth with strings and needle
Blind Their eyes with hidious illusions
End Their smell with the scent of the polluted
Destroy Their ears with voiceless screaming
Slice Their touch with the viridian piercing

Cover up Their faces with the fifth alphabert.
Contaminate Their mind with blue deceptions.

Do it,
again and again,
again and again,
until you reach satisfaction.

Until fallacy evokes consciousness.

Mona Lisa's Smile

I like the way Mona Lisa smiles
A smile of an angel
Whispering life

I like the way you smiles
A smile of a thousand angels
Breathing love

It seems like forever
your smile and loving face
It seems like never
you lost yourself in the maze

If I fly over the clouds just to see you
will you smile for me?

If I can give you the world
will you paint it gold?

If one day
Mona Lisa no longer smiles
for the world

Will you smile
for the world?
for me?...

Middle, of nowhere.

Angels on your left
Demons on your right
Singing the love song in bass cleft
Whispering behind your ears in a way you like

Heaven above you
Hell below you
Virtue in front of you
Vice behind you

Are you feeling high
for being in the middle?

Do you feel the Allegro
of your memory killing your past
Do you feel the Presto
of your mind getting blinded by lust

Angels from hell
drowned in this white reality
Devils from heaven
asphyxiated in this blue illusion

Nothing is left




Now,
Are you prepared to face your death?
Are you willing to blow your last breath?

My beloved butterfly
I can hear your envious cry
Are you ready to fly?
Are you ready.........

to die?

~13

The Red

.

The feeling is so blue
after all I've went through
the piercing of needle
glowing more than just a metal

I'm standing in a white box
filled with crimson sand and fuchsia rocks
It's not about what I've seen
it's about the voices screaming from within

I can smell the red
yes, do feel free to take
I can feel the flow
no, I'm not embraced by sorrow


I am, smiling for the red satisfaction.



~13

Prologue

Welcome~

This is the place where my feelings, love, and thoughts are shared,

through poems and short stories.

~~~

It is 11.47pm right now, this is when all these begin.

13 minutes before the 13th.

And did you guys noticed?
11.47 = 1+1+4+7 = 13


~13