…YOU…

I love your glasses though I’m not seeing it.

The way you look, it’s stunning me though you’re far.

Your hair, it binds into my soul.

The way you hold your notebook,

The way you write,

The way you sit.

I hope you are my subject so I can focus my concentration.

You are my specialization for I spent more time looking at you.

No research can solve who you are,

And nothing can describe your worth and value.

I feel depth, paralyzed and all,

I feel damn, shit and all.

Knife, arrows, bullets and all,

Are simultaneously going through my body.

Why do I feel this sensation?

You are my vices,

Secretly addicted,

Drowned slowly,

And take my breath out.

Dying for a reason,

And it hurts me more,

Knowing I lighted the dynamite,

That can blow me to destruction.

Your Ultimate Defense...

Endless road of life.....


This is my track.....


No clear destination.....


Even a light to guide.....


The world of nothingness,
No joy or happiness.
Purely sound of tears.
This is how I drive my days.


I tried to escape,


But the deep hole of life imprisoned me.


They gave me the luxury of young.


I have nothing to do but to play my dirty life.


As i played this puzzled life.
Wearing different mask to ride.
I found you smiling at one side.
Looking straight into my eye.


You leave a mark into my conscious mind.


It makes my mind and heart to bind.


I feel something inside of me.


Makes me think to give the real me.


You gave me the real life.
Showed the real light.
You've become my guide.
Then this black becomes bright.


I knocked at your door.
Then entered your world.


I see lots of pink,
And red of life.
And i notice the protection of life.
Where is it?......
It is gone...


Now i have the reason to live.
I just want you to believe.


I will spent my days to protect you.
I promise to draw the best of you.


I'll be your ultimate defense,
Promise to build the perfect fence..


-Jan. 20, 2010