Sunday, October 31, 2004

day by day
hour by hour
minute by minute
the clock of death ticks constantly
thrusting my serenity into sheer frantic madness
my emotional scape becomes barren, nothing that i once had known
i hardly remember the days of success..
yet contradictory moments of nostalgic thoughts emerge
making me smile at myself
laugh at those stupid times..
stupid simple pure untainted goodness...

dawn breaks as i approach the cessation
i knew this was inevitable. life must go on...
however foreboding, however dreadful it may be..
i guess we all have to embrace it, acknowledge our time.

the thoughts scare me
drives me to bouts of depression
makes me unlike myself..
the seperation thickens with each heart beat.
i acknowledge, yet
i dread
my hour has finally arrived.. my minute has finally arrived..

the memories i keep are from a time like then
someday i hoping to close my eyes
and just pretend
that the crumpled up paper i once held and forsook
could just be perfect again..

temporal bliss, eternal pain
nothing to gain, the deprivation continues..
sorrow has reached its high
her beautiful eyes continues to haunt my nights
the images i swore to forget
i humbly keep within
the cherry blossoms i seefades
everyday
on and on

below the tree she stood so pulchritudinously
yet thats an old story
i choose to reply
everyday like a sick carousel of
darknessn lament anguish bitterness

i continue to journey on this tarmac
not for its reward
just for the outcome
i already anticipate.....

who am i fooling, no one.

dawn breaks as i approach the cessation
i knew this was inevitable. life must go on...
however foreboding, however dreadful it may be..
i guess we all have to embrace it, acknowledge our time.
no choice left
no way out

let it burn.


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shawn ang
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