 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, January 31, 2009
".傀儡." Like a puppet manipulated by the addiction to the ideal of release. I'm fainting in agony with this unpainted face being distorted by the truth. I'm decorating these feelings of sorrow. This unpleasant existence is calling out for nausea. Before long I start trembling from something that is stuck in my throat. In the light which was given to me which I could only see the shadows.. Those inexperienced days are all smashed up.. I carry them on my shoulders.. Getting confused by knowing nothing can save me.. |