Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Window


I am staring out of the window
Looking at the rain pouring down, slow
I am not moaning for death, like a widow
I am just a match-stick, thin scarecrow

My face feels the cool autumn wind blows
When I stand in the middle of the meadow
I know my heart is made of hays, hollow
Deep down my heart is not always shallow

The clouds are as dark as the colour of a crow
While I am patiently waiting for my shadow
Wherever you go, how far, I will just follow
Because the feelings to be with you, slowly grow...


Monday, August 29, 2011

Sick


Few days ago
I felt sicked
It's not homesick
Or neither lovesick
Coz I'm really, really sick
I mean physically-fatigued-and-exhausted...

When I fall sick
My tongue need some salt to lick
My finger need a needle to prick
My palm need a mouse to click
The floor feels slippery as slick
I don't have mood to play any trick
And my body feels as heavy as tonnes of brick...

Friday, August 12, 2011

Cold As Steel


Plunge into the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocent is burnt in flames
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, trembling.

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, weapons in my hand
I'm ready for the fight, and fame.

The sound of iron shots stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
The rising of the hoards, ahead.

From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to really run, away
I am feeling the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again.

The steady pile of snow is burning my hands
I'm frozen to the bones, quivering
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't remind your eyes or your face...