Spite

don't you dare tell me who i am. what you see is what you want. beside the darkness, beside of you. open your eyes, fool. look into the sun. take me for who i am not, not for who i am. endless debate and countless memories. you always remember what makes you look good, not what is good. debate me about the truth. but they know. all of them. trust me, it'll be the last thing you do.

Again We Remember

*sigh*

once again we remember.

I'll leave a rose on your pillow
So you'll know i was here,
Complete with a drop of blood
To stain the white cotton fabric.
Soon, that one drop,
That never dies and never darkens,
Will soak through all the sheets and blankets,
Turning each white cloth to red,
The colour of love and rage.
I love you.

News

Why do the rains bring death?
So many homeless survivors drowning in despair
And misery.
Ah, we beg for syrings to ease out pain
The death toll rises and we see
That when we are alone
We have changed what we believed.
Trembling aftershocks, they took our hope
What have we left now on this day
Oh, mortal confusion, take it all away.

REPRESSED RAGE