 info Jeff Lim ; 3rd July
The feeling that I'm aware, is more helplessness than cowardice.
I peel off my frail consciousness slowly, so my footsteps won't make a sound
Becoming ashes, scattering into tiny pieces.
I ask my subconsciousness... What more?
Tears starts to fall, without a trace..
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Saturday, March 08, 2008
".scars." Seldom, I make a second post for the day. Let this day be an exception. I don't know what exactly is bugging me. Maybe it's something that's from deep inside my heart. I don't know. Maybe its due to the emptiness in my heart. But sometimes I just wish to do something that could tranquillise myself.. Make myself forget everything. Maybe a long term memory lost would be a good idea. I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. And my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.. Everything is driving me insane. But everything is actually nothing.. But nothing seems to be everything. I'm losing my sense of wrong and right. Give me a reason to believe. To believe that I'm alive. Cause I'm falling, falling apart.. Sometimes I wish I could just die in my dreams. Perhaps that's the only place where I feel alive. All my tears had turn into blood. It's blood that I see when the tears flow from my eyes. It's hard to say I'm fine, when I'm not. It's hard to put a smile upon my face, when its raining in my heart. Where can I buy a stairway to heaven....? Well, everything will be fine.. When I'm Gone... |