Creatures of the Night

Blackness,

covered the eyes,

darkness,

filled the skies,

critters crawling underneath,

shadows splits,

windy mist sang their song,

the dead awaken,

stand on their stones,

the soil shaken,

intimidated by the souls,

hunters lurking,

sang their lovely sorrows,

breeds howling,

kneeled with their shattered jaw,

by the wings of lust,

shall the blood burns as a victim,

with twisted eyes,

all shall be turn to bits.

Preys hiding,

scared by the everlasting curse,

all praying,

to see the light once again,

waiting,

till the darkness gone,

but all is wrong,

thought of having the chance,

but the song dragged them,

rivers of blood,

dare to be sucked,

all gone.

Darkness sang for the triumph,

break of laughter,

as it gets colder,

let there be no mercy,

for whom they be,

because none shall fight,

the creatures of the night.

Freed

The Sea of Black Tears

Some said it’s hollow,

But all I see is darkness,

From the lines to the shore,

Nothing but numbness.

The tears of Death they said,

Keeping the souls of the dead,

But temptation crosses,

As so my faith forever lost.

All does rhymes,

But the truth always intertwined,

They’re the same,

For left was just being shamed.

You asked for changes,

But you’d change restlessly,

And so I stayed careless,

Because your tears meant nothing.

Why my dear,

As so you cried thousand dark tears,

Which they believe a curse,

But all I see is thirst.

Until now, here it becomes,

Both stranded on an island,

Holding together in arms,

 Upon the sea of your black tears.

Freed

Desire

Why am I still here?

Why do the wicked still near?

Should I not gain my will?

And what does to want desire feel?

A simple word of pain,

But where is it stands a friend,

For as long as I breathe,

How much should trouble be sheath?

As a lover it said,

Till Death do us bedded,

But one stays forgotten,

And one stays fortunate, as rotten;

Likewise desires were damned cold,

Should I believe for it was to be told,

My heart won’t freeze to frost,

As I desired you the most.

Freed

Dead Love

I thought that love was pure,

Birth from the voices of angels,

Oh so they said,

But then when it shattered,

It collapsed, broken,

And so tears formed.

A tragic but true,

And chaos spread,

As heart turned black,

And tears drown with hate.

So what is love,

When one form it into another,

And what is faith,

When love need it the most.

Answer bear on thoughts,

Just to clear the doubts that taunts,

But the truth always hurts,

As the heart cannot stand,

What words would shreds,

As it left you for dead.

Freed

Alone...

Alone,

That’s what they said.

Gone,

That’s what left of me.

Holding the bitterness,

Between our chests,

Oh so it hates,

My fate of faiths.

I could not but heed you,

As this is what I tainted,

To be yours for true,

But left me here chained.

Lust was dammed,

By the demon who claimed,

But mortality stood,

And weakness shall brood.

Forever shall be lonely,

That’s what they said,

As I deranged myself,

Alone in this dark path.

Freed

Someone else?

You know, I’ve been thinking lately, what it’s like to be someone else. I mean, in this world, you could become anyone, and I mean anyone!!! You do believe that don’t you? You could be a musician, artist, sportsman, cats, dogs, Chinese, Englishman, a tree, a rock star, a porn star, or whatever star it leaves, successful pioneers and blah blah blah… That is the side view of lists of jobs in this world (or something)… What about from an attitude perspective? You could be a moron, a selfish guy, a dumbass, a dick, a pussy, acting-rich guy wannabe (well, in a matter of speaking) and so on (the good ones, I put the ugly ones because I’m a bad boy)… not entirely though because I’m a wannabe, or am I?

Changes?

I could not but wonder, what is the mean to face changes? What are changes anyway? Well, change something into something right? Common. And I’d say, I’m stupid. Can I change that? Who knows? It’s up to the people around me right? Or is it ourselves (I mean myself)?

I was a timid kid when the last time my old friends saw me. Like 10 years ago. And now, I get to shut their fucking mouth for I’m being more successful than them (means, have more experience?). Or am I? Well, no because I still have a long way to go and so are they. Events change me to be the ‘me’ right now. People, places, society, the environment, the food, the cultures… they changed me. And the people around me face changes as well (like you!).

Lying and to be Lied at…

The title said it all… one is bad and one is shit… They’re both are from the same word. Lie. Which in my field of knowledge, it’s the one that keep feeding someone or something to bullshits. To shorten it up, it’s bullshit.

So why do we lie and what would we gain from these things called lying? Well, we all know what it’s for, but shits won’t do until we realize what really this lies is.

Tests and Exams...

We all had our tests and exams both in school, college, universities and of course in each our life. Tests are the kind of things that help us prepare for the exams, which in my dictionary, kind of like hell. And the thorns will help us face against this hell, which is not a good example.

The Day I Crashed....

I thought i want to share with you guys a little earlier, but my mind was like shit and still in phobia. And so here where it began.

It was 4th June... 

A wonderful morning and i thought i wanted to go somewhere nice for a change. So i grab my riding gear and went out. At first it was a fine cruise and so i pick up a notch until i stopped at a traffic light junction. In front of me there's a curve and after that a straight where a junction was placed in the middle. And so there i thought, if there's a car on that junction i might get my ass whooped by it. That's what I thought. 

And so its green, and i pulled the throttle hard(its 250cc so its okay). I'm bending following the curve and i exit with a slight relieve. Then guess what, there's a car on that junction. So i slowed down waiting for the driver to made her first move(yes it was a women). But she didn't. And so i rev up the throttle to pass the car at the junction and when i get there, you know what, she pushed the gas. So what a fella to do, then drop 2 gears in an instance, kick the rear breaks and pull the front hard... But, it was too short, so i release the throttle, suddenly. And that was a bad thing to do.. Because it bleeds hi-side. And i mean freaking high.. i let go of the bike(pushed myself towards the sky) and i flew over the car, across the road. I was shocked really that i flew over the car. When i was up there, i saw my bike double flipped behind the car and land not for away from me(i seriously thought that my bike would hit the women). haha.. seriously though. I land and spinning(the way i was taught if i crashed) and then fucked myself.. ugh... My baby ninja was dragged beside me till it hit the road divider and stop about 10 metres away from me. 

I landed on my back and tried to stand, but i can't feel my right leg. I searched for the car, but the car drove off and left me there, and i said (fuck Malaysian drivers!!).. yup, that's the first word came after i crashed. I hopped with one leg to my baby till some dudes help me. My left knee were wounded and burned, and my right knee was severely injured as well(this is because of the old wounds, and i can't feel my right leg.) And yes, i didn't wear any protective gears under my waist. My body was okay, no scratch whatsoever thanks to my jacket, gloves and my helmet. 

Here some pics of my bike after the accident:

The fairing was cracked and the tank was also dented like severely.

The handlebar was slightly turned and the clutch lever was pulled down.

As you can see, my foot peg is gone. The rear fairing made some fire on the road.

Everything on the left side was slightly totalled.

I was surprised that my bike didn't get any worse than i am but still the tank look kind of severe. haha.. severe.. But i got out okay.. The people that helped me said that i could've been dead if i didn't let go of the bike. Who wouldn't be dead, 140 km/h and a direct hit.. Damn.. Maybe it wasn't fast enough to kill me though but the car would. 

Now i cried myself because i can't ride my baby anymore.. haha.. its irritating to look at other people riding their bikes while i'm waiting the insurance company to crack up the deal. huh.. simple right? maybe i should just relax and workout more. and cursing.

  

Twisted Lines

I grew tired from this pain, as none that I achieved is gained. 

Such minds are corrupted, by the devil they did sprouted. 

As so many lives had passed, what would you gain from this blasphemy of lust? 

Such curse was to be real, for there are no angels that will heal.

A riddle for the twisted, oh so I heard.

But is there a true message behind all these eerie lines,

Should you believe or not, is what will you find. 

A Chaos within Voices

I’d say, what’s with all this madness? Can’t the Oak’s society tell that this is for the Maple’s future? Let there be left apart from these dirty riot to rot other than the holy council. But why would there be bloodshed for every voice that we gave? What would you gain from this child’s play strategy? Such approach will only put this nation into chaos. The Oak’s dirty hands won’t clean themselves, and so we clean those filthy tyrants with our own. But instead propaganda overwhelms the Maple’s society. Wouldn’t that be the truth that we share among ourselves with? While knifes flew high and blood drew to dry. Is this the hell were about to face by the Maples’. Doesn’t the Oak believe it as well, as we are the roots for your achievements? But the Oaks and their ghouls wouldn't give a damn as this lying truth is nothing but a hindrance to their society.

So we joined our hands and repent our sins with no enraged spirits would fight the Oaks from their rights of society. But their selfishness was what drove us far till this day. We are but slaves and nothing more. As tyranny are what would your kids been dreaming of. But no matter, as we Maples’ will burn ourselves until the last bits of flesh are crushed with the mighty flame of bravery. Until then, we will see, what hope will you gain from this havoc of chaos that runs this nation.

From the Charted Vow of Chaos City.

Confuse 2

There were two roses beside me on that day.

As calamity was one sort of curse.

One dies as a result of that.

So I embrace the other till now.

But the Devil was cruel and twisted.

And so I lose the other.

Pain struck me inside, like vines with thorns cut my every flesh.

Such agony.

As a simpleton won't know the meaning of being left alone.

For loneliness was like a suicide, and so I killed myself.

Decision

The tears shimmers, between the isolated crest of diamonds. As I am but guilt in thy heart, dying with shame. this feeling is unforeseen. Why would it burst, without a flame nor spark, but inside it cursed like one would choke. This verse is but a symphony to my ears, as i heard was not that mellow.

So here where it began. My nation grew to be the one who creates differences between its people, but fate was dire as trust was absolute. So our leader tends to do defying cult that turns the table of faith. Filthy hands was sprung by demons, as it laid there shoving of people to believe that it was the rule they govern. But such rule is an abomination. As I could only wonder, how long does it take to wash those hands that have shed blood across the region. Why should we, the people stand between those lines, where they shouted that they are the ones to take us to liberty. A bold word. but I won't falter. We won't budge as this is our nation. And this is our voice. For our nation, for our people. Clean yourself with whatever you crave for. As this decision would change your life forever.

And so it is done, but what could be the end game. As I could do only nothing but watch, by the side of the people who tends to lead us, the people. Transformation is only the beginning. What important is the things we do after that.

The Trees on This Soil

Creeping the life between my shadows, unknowingly the torturing of the sentiment from the ruler, what kind of a sick maniac would mock his own people?

It’s a matter of speech, a diplomatic crusade that the evil has let us through, but for once, a cruelty, oppression, slavery, such sorrows pops up between life and death. 

Only because of a dumb president, I cried by the shade to run away, leaving the soil upon our blood was shed to, replacing our soul with another culture to become something else other than a living dead under a dead Oak. As we Maples were just poor trees of nothingness except full of heart. 

A lying crow form a pack with a lone wolf, showing unmorally disgusting act of in front of the people, the children of all children, given the days full of torments, as hell as this world can be, none such same should be done to unofficially innocence of a man, who we cannot assume the crime whether or not he committed, and so the legends of tyranny is true as undyingly we create a new one.

All we want is a place where we could live upon our bloody soils without any tears of hatred, sorrows, darkness, where our heart lies to the demon that enraged us. 

We the roots of the trees just sitting here idle for the comments of our tyrant in his transformation speech to use us as a tool to create his promised green with billings lands, whether we should is out of the question. Because I won’t live another day to serve this ruler, as of what we could do is only wait for the time when an alliance form a coup d’état to throw this Oak tree government away. 

Such agony……..

The Paper of Sooth

On the day of a certain era,

I came forth between the shadows, reaching out my hand to the sun as I clutched the dust within my palms… releasing the days of torments that I shook myself… I looked back to the abyss, should I be regretting my past like my brother did? Would it change me if I follow this path that I crossed upon its soil… whether or not I should, it would just be a waste for me… 

I walked for days without the feeling of hunger, searching for what ahead while the sun ignites the land with flames… burning each cells within my body, preaching the daylight of hell as it engulfs my vision… as my will to protect this necklace, where my dreams lies… a Dreamcatcher within its kin… I shoved the sands from my eyes… waiting for the darkness to bind me… as I endure this scorched soil…

As the sun falls for the might of the darkness, the moon rises with the fear within its glimmering red glitters… and I walked pass the Tree of Life, where bodies dreaded across the continent to be enslaved… I wound up beneath it trying to be of service, as they would be like a lifeless living dead… but my heart keeps beating, to lead my soul elsewhere to define the meaning of this plain offset of time… I left my trenched coat there, so that those lifeless being may once know of coldness under the storming darkness that the Tree of Life provides…

I countered several of the Wasted Vultures the next morning, preying on the corpses… looking at me with those sorrowed eyes as I walked between them… singing their sad song over the dead like a soulless beast praying for the food… a monstrous agenda, as the word evil was nothing less different… a predator that prey on the dead… an opportunist, that strikes without us knowing… such abominations and I stood there hiding behind their shadows. Lunatics….

Preaching between truth and lies, grueling for doubts and faiths… the wraiths inside those tombs are just intimidating, wailing and crying searching for something that they’ve lost. I keep my distance shadowing myself with their darkness of doubts and lies. Such imbeciles, trying to gain that weren’t theirs. Either lost, or found, the reason is theirs to blame and nothing more…. 

After a fortnight, two kind folks town reach me to give me food and shelter while I politely turn them down… not of being rude but because I know who and what are they… as I heard many stories of this seducer, the ghouls of sympathy… such weaklings but dare to scrape another weakness… as I hurried along, away from those sympathizers.. then there’s an innocent, gotten hooked by those impudence ghouls.. scream heard from the shed.. what horror… I ran...

The next day, I reached my destination… the soulless pit, where I bound to end my life…. Hah… such intense courtesy to come all this way to end my life… instead of giving my life to those demons and abominations before… not so keen on living after what I’ve been through… hope of giving up.. nothing to gain except pain… we, these angels… angels of dawn they said… but what prove is there.. as I’m only a mere human with regrets…

Freed

My Dark Angel

You came that night,

releasing me from my cage,

although you’ve given all your rights,

to the demon lies within rage,

You took it all away from me,

my sorrows and darkness,

so that I could live to see,

this world without pain and sadness;

I kept remembering you,

even though our love isn’t true,

but you said that you would care,

for me whose just a mortal,

Dark chains won’t release the ties,

even when you’re far away,

you tried to be nearer as it lies,

so that you could comfort this fray;

But it was too good to be real,

as the blood bounds to run out soon,

for I had to let you be freed,

with my own hands of severed thorn,

So live my beloved sorrows,

run as you hold my darkness,

for as long as you lived,

you will always be my Dark Angel.

Pray for Silence

Every day I wished you upon,

this sorrows of silence,

to break this hatred you’ve shown,

yelling as if your world ends;

I kept living to stand,

for the sake to succumbed,

you’re treachery as hell as it is,

so that I could pray with ease;

My faith lose into oblivion,

as underneath it was just a vision,

of your sins without mercy,

taking those which you see;

Bring your grudges to me,

so I could cleansed you within,

with this weak soul,

which prays for silence;

No sound, no beat,

not a single beast within reach,

clear this wound of hatred,

to show this mind sheltered;

I’ve shown you those who fail,

returning without soul was thus,

norm within our prays,

so that their minds obeys;

Let us pray for our sins,

let us breed with this sorrow,

so that in the end,

we only pray for silence.