12.02.2004, 1.16 p.m.


I no longer feel loneliness,
No longer feel sadness,
Not feeling hapiness too,
Nor the feeling of being lost,
Yet I no longer hear voices,
I can't feel 'the' heart beats,
I couldn't see day,Nor feel the night,
My soul... drenched with emotions,
My heart... clinched with my past,
I am tired...Too tired to even lift my lids,
Too close... not heaven nor hell,
I just want to dream,
Dream and never wake.


p/s: wrote this quite long ago. found it while I was messing with my things. I edited pretty much before putting it up. Is till can't name it so that's why the title is the date and time I wrote it.

Angel


Took! my fragile hand,
Flew me to 'beautiful'...
Brought me to 'wonderful'...


Caught! my fainting heart,
Drew them to 'brightness'...
Sail them to 'extraordinary'...


Planted! my floating feet,
Rooted them deep in 'trueness'...
Walked them through 'ugliness'...


My Angel - YOU.


This 'deepness' is suffocating me,

While this 'home' longs,

Awaiting the 'flutters'...

Come back O dear Angel...

Yes.

my angel ... you ...

Should another encounter have us?

Let the flip of a coin decide,

There, live a little light in my wax...

my angel ... you ... ?

my angel...

Cleansing


Wash me clean,
With this pouring rain over my corpse,
Give it a new life...


Let this pour rip those dirt away,
Polish those rust to it's crust...
Restrore it's highness...


Wash... wash... wash...
All that covers my light...
All that hurts me in and out...


This heavy pour shall revive me...
Like water to wilted plants,
It'll be soul to this deadness...


This missing equation,
Let it restore the missing,
And reject any relapse...


Let it pour, pour... heavily on me...