Rough and puff, ain't looking so tough,
Moving still with an occasional cough,
Everyone have a dream but few are true,
Coz' they fear to tumble down like the way I do!
The scars, the joy and other memories that past,
A never-ending truth from which my ways was cast;
Facing the storm my heart grew colder - like ice, it hardens,
Lest I give in, I will stand tall in this sea of the fallen.
Naive was my way of heart, kind and full of warmth,
Til the day they came by and squashed it like a moth;
Now the great fire encased in a maze of ice,
Bitter cold to most, only a few shall be granted the prize.
As cold as winter -
My body and heart
Trembled for a touch of warmth,
As dark as the night -
My feelings and sight
Shrouded from the rays of light,
Worn as the ruins -
This old battered body
Stumbled to a better life.
Brimming, my despair is at its peak,
The sorrow shrouding the light from my heart,
Never to rise, pushed down below the abyss,
Death awaits me in my bloody cough.
Hollow, the void fills my heart,
The empty darkness that swirls my soul,
Yearning for a connection,
The sky shattered, my world was then dead cold.
Darkness, tugging me closely,
The desires that makes me wept,
The lust, the sweat and the moans,
Nothing but mere entertainment, not worth to be kept.
Beckoning, a light twinkles above me,
Peeking beyond the light,
The news of joy for my heart,
The love in their eyes, sparks of chemistry to my sight.
Blossoming, the flower and the like,
The kiss, the hug and the passion,
Smiles of the heaven,
Sweet as it is sincere, bitter as it is my rejection.
Reaching out, the light strays away,