Things Sometimes Ain't Horizontally Straight. Sometimes We Need To Go Down

I Am What People Thought They Knew, Yet Somehow When I'm Not.

Hate Is Not The Question Here, It Is The Fundamental Of Belief

The Crazy Thing Is, After All The Shit Storms, I Was Never Alone. 

Fact Is Not The Sure Fire Thing Here, Fact Can Change, Believe It.

That Is Not What I'm Trying To Shoot Here. Thing Always Confusing. 

I Don't Need To Justify Myself Here, I Do What I Do, Don't Judge!

Need More? Here, Take This And Try This One For Size. This Is Me. 

You People Always Ask For More, Even When Shitloads Drop.

More Or Less, I Never Put High Hopes On People To Get The Deal.

Than What? Is This The Time When I Tell You Guys The Real Version?

You Will Never Believe Me Anyway, So My Bother? Why Ask?

Know, Know This! I'm Not The Knight With Shining Armor Of Bravery.

I Am Just A Guy Who Want Thing The Way He See It, That's All.

Miss The Old Me? The One That Keep His Shits Together? 

You Ought To Be Disappointed. Why Oh Why Do You Believe Me?

Beautiful Letdown? Thats My Nickname Ever Since. Why So Surprise? 

Gandhi Was Killed By His Own Countryman You Know

"Be The Change You Wanna See In This World"

Thanks For The Advice, But You're Not In My Position, You Don't Walk In My Shoes. You Haven't Cross The Lines Of Appropriateness That People Claimed To Be The Breaking Point, Yet Somehow Manage To Pull Through.  No, You Haven't Seen It All, The Dark Side Of The World, The Potential Of Armageddon Which Itself Is A Ticking Time-Bomb Waiting To Seized It Moment.

Don't Try To Put It On Me, The Blame Might Be Mine To Hold But These Hands As Bloody As Everyone Else's. I Tried, Goddamn It, I Did Put My Best To Shine The Light, Not To The Life Itself, But Mine Alone. Everyday I Put A Fake Smile To The People I Hate, Laugh At The Jokes That Ain't Freaking Funny, Show Me Sympathy To Those Who Don't Deserve Yet Here I Am, Deep In The Darkness Without Any Breathing Space, Same As Them Losers Who Never Even Tried To Be Good.

TO BE CONTINUE.

Stand Still Obelisk, Don't You Dare Move

Never Say Never, As I Always Say Never Give Up Never Surrender.No, Yes!

Things Standstill Unless I Make It Move, Why? I Don't. I Did Half The Shits I'd Done Because I Felt Its Right For That Moment. Do You Think I Don't Feel It Too? I'm Afraid For The Mistakes I Made, For The Confession I Threw. My Nature Resolve Around Making People Happy, Especially You. I'll Do Anything To Make You Happy.

I'm The Idiot. I'm On The Wrong Side Of Track. No, I'm The Idiot. 

Yes, We Choose This. We Want This. Stay Here, Still No Need To Move,That's The Promise. For That, I Ought To Say Sorry For Making All The Shits Real. Again, We Feel What We Feel, I Say What I Want If I Think Its Right For The Moment, If Its Not, I'll Pay The Price. Things About Me, The Move I Push Something, The Stronger It Get. Sucks Right? 

I'm The Idiot. I'm On The Wrong Side Of Track. No, I'm The Idiot. 

Sorry Is Not Appropriate Here? Why Should You, Ain't Your Fault. Just Be Honest As Always. Nothing Should Ever Change. 

 There Is None, I Get That. 

None.

Yes, We Been Living In Fantasy, But Isn't That The Point? Because Reality Sometimes To Shitty, We Need A Safe Haven To Feel Happy.

Pain? Times Thousand, Thats How I Feel Because I On The Wrong Side Here. There's Nothing, There's Should Be Nothing. It's Okay, It's Allright.

 How Far We've Come? Where Do We Go From Here?

Get What I Can Get Or Leave Anything? Gotcha.
 

Here, In This So Called Zone, Is What Make Me Happy. No String Attached.

Cry Of The Unsung Hero

The Past.

An Unstoppable Record That Keep On Playing Reminding That The Darkness Is For Eternity. There's No Escaping It, As It Is A Prison Itself, Without Any Glimpse Of Hopes Dare To Enter. You Can Try, But No Light Ever Come Down To The Deep End As This Is The Last Pit Stop Of The Journey For Any Trusting Man. This Is A No Man Island, The Lost Cause's Paradise Where People Gather And Walk Through With Their Happy Life, Yet I Am Still Stuck Between Staying Down A Loser, Or Picking Myself Up As A Broken Man. Tried And Still Trying To Leave. Successful Broke My Way Out Yet There's Still Some Missing Pieces. Maybe I Left It In The Darkness, Or Maybe Just Too Damn Scare To Open The Locked Door To Find It.The Key Is In My Hand, But This Cowardice Hand Is Still Shaking From The First Knocked Out Blow, It Left Me Pissing My Pant To Even Open The Door, Let Alone Going Inside To Pick Up The Missing Pieces. What A Coward, What A Loser.

The Present

Glancing At All The Changes That Past By As I Am A Rusty Blade Trying To Sharpen My Tool. Still Trying To Keep Up With The Pace, Yet Still The Last One To The Finish Line. Never Give Up, Never Surrender. Yeah Right, That's The Spirit Boy! Keep Telling Yourself That, Maybe Someday You'll Believe It, As Everyone Else Fool Enough To Eat Your Word. Maybe Its Never Been About Not Giving Up, Maybe All That Matters Is You Trying Your Damnest To Even Take Part. Yet Some Say Participation Trophy Suck Ass. Whatcha Aiming For? A Beautiful Swansong That You Might Tell Your Children About? The Conquest Of Love That Once Kick Your Loin And Hurt You So Effing Bad, You Became A Sore Coward? And Now You Willing To Give It Another Go? Is That What This All About? This Is The "Now" Time, Yet Here You Are Asking All This "What If" Questions. Questions That You Yourself Too Freaking Afraid To Know The Answers. Is This About Retribution And Redemption? No. This Is About Participating. Be A Good Sport And Support The Game Of Life That So Popular Everyone Have A Chance To Win It. But You Are Rusty, You Said So Yourself, So Why Bother?  Is It A Practice Run? Yes, Maybe It Is. A Beta Trial Before You Unleash Your True Power, Your Full Capabilities On Conquering And Owning The Game. But, Why This Feel The Same Like Before? Why All The Flashback Keep On Rolling Before Me Eyes? Is This An Indication Of What They Say, "History Might Repeat Itself". If So, Why Are You Still Here? Run Bitch Run. Don't Stay, Why Hurt Yourself Even More? Remember, You Ain't Perfect, You Ain't Fully Recover. You Are Still, And Maybe Forever Will Be, A Broken Man.

The Future

Never Been The Guy With A Plan Yet The Hope For An Happy Ending Is Still Burning. "Live For The Moment" But The Present Itself Full Of Uncertainty And The Past Is Too Damn Scary. So How Come You Still Holding On To The Dream Of Happiness? Does It Really Exist Or Is Just Another "White Lies" Everybody Keep On Saying To Keep People At Bay Of Calmness Since Nobody Want Chaos To Run Its Money. But I See Through The Lies. I Know The Real Deal. Happiness Is A Myth, No Matter What Everyone Say. So Why Take The Step Into This So Called Fantasy Zone? is This The Place Where People Find Their Charm Of "Pick Me Up" Bracelets? So The Future Itself A Zone Of Uncertainty. So Where Is The Save Haven? The Place Of Paradise Where People Are Genuinely Happy? So? If My Thought Ever Reach This Place, What Should I Do? This Is The Place With Full Of Unanswered Question , So Why Do I Wanna Stay Here? Maybe I Can Take A Step Back, Snap Back Into Reality And Warp Myself Back To The Present. But I Don't Belong In The Present. Its A Fancy New Place, With People Learning New Tricks? How Can I, An Old Dog, Survive? Yeah Yeah, They Say Old Dog Can Learn A New Trick, But Does It Really That Easy? So What Now? Go All The Way Back To The Past? No No No. I'm Still Having Nightmares About That Place, Don't Ever Make Me Go Back There. I Was A Survivalist, Trying To Stay Alive, Never Really Living. But I Don't Belong In The Present, Its Too Confusing, And I Don't Wanna Be Here In The Future, Its Scarier. So Where Do I Belong? Please, Somebody Please Help Me Out!

In The Dark We Shall Wait, In The Light We Shall Meet

A Line.

Too Thick For Someone So Big To Realise It Exists.

Yet You Cross Like Nothing Ever Stand In The Way.

A Door.

A Key In Need To Open For Answer Yet You Haven 't Ask The Important Question.

Rhetorical Maybe But As Real As You And Me.

A History.

A Year Long Of Pain And Suffering But A Disguise Well Played Hidden In All From All Playing Roles.

Fear Not, In Their Eyes You Are Still The Sweet Angel In Distress And I Am The Asshole With Rage.

A Recognition.

Something As Valuable As Single Dust In The Air But Nothing Ever Prove So Innocence. 

A Blessing In Disguise But Never Revealed As The Public Shouldn't Know.

A Smile.

As Sharp As A Knife Cutting A Flesh Of A Scarred Wound.

Never Healed Never Recover And Still There To Remember.

A Simple Hello.

Reconciliation In Form Of Genuine Gesture Yet Poisonous As Ivy's Strike.

A Cute Meet, Never Planned Never Executed Yet Might Make Right.

A Conclusion.

What The Future Holds For Us Is For You And I To Set Atone.

The Balls In Your Court As I Am Here Not As A Judge But As A Witness For Justice.

Luahan Hati Patriot

Percaya Atau Tidak Aku Bukanlah Penyokong Politik Yang Tegar. Kadang-Kadang Tu Memang Nampak Perbuatan Aku Lebih Berat Untuk Satu Pihak Yang Berpolitik Tapi Itu Bukan Situasi Sebenar. Aku Tak Minat Politik, Diulang, Tak Minat Tapi Tetap Kena Ambil Tahu Sebab Sekarang Aku Adalah Pengundi Berdaftar.

Lagi Dua Tiga Hari, PRU13 Tiba. Excited? Tak Sabaq Nak Tau Sapa Yang Menang? Untuk Aku Tak. I’m Freaking Nervous Because Based On What Had Happened, Its Going To Be A Tough Call For Both Sides. Its Everyone’s Game To Play, Dan Sesapa Pun Boleh Menang Dari Pandangan Aku. Apa Yang Aku Betui Betui Takut Ialah Apa Yang Bakal Berlaku. Pakatan Dengan Harapan Rakyat, Ini Kalilah, Ubah,  Dan Barisan Dengan Kestabilan Dan Rakyat Didahulukan. Ya Kalau Betui Pakatan Take Over, Congratulation, Lead Us Towards All The Changes That You Guys Claimed You’ll Create And Untuk Barisan, Kalau Betul Kalah Step Down Peacefully, Jangan Jadi Sore Losers. Pengundi Pakatan Akan Respect Lebih Kalau Betul You Guys Kalah, And Raise The White Flag Without Any Sort Of Negative Retaliation. Try To Walk In Pakatan’s  Shoes For Once And Look Back On Your Previous Mistakes On Why People Desperately Urge For Changes And Work Your Way Back To The Top. Take It As A Wake Up Call To Clean Up All Your Mess. Its Not The Matter Of How You Were Knockdown But Its About How You Get Back Up.  Lebih 50 Tahun Memerintah, Dan Aku Tak Boleh Deny Semua Kebaikan Yang Telah Dibuat Tetapi Bagi Sesetengah Pihak Apa Yang Hampa Buat Masih Tak Cukup Sebab Tu Banyak Yang Bangkit Menuntut Perubahan.

Untuk Geng Geng Pakatan Rakyat Pulak, Let Say Barisan Still Menang, Still Holds Majorities in Parliamentary Seats, Jangan Jadik Kera Sumbang Yang Hanya Tahu Protes. Terima Kenyataan, Yang Rakyat Malaysia Tidak Menerima Segala Janji-Janji Manis Yang Hampa Plan Nak Buat Untuk Ubah Pentadbiran Negara. New Malaysia Rises? Yes, That’s Ring True To Anyone , Banyak Rakyat Dah Makin Sedar Dengan Perubahan Yang Perlu Dilakukan Tapi Mahukah Rakyat Malaysia Berubah? Itu Persoalan Yang Bakal Terjawab 5 Mei Nanti. There’s Only One Way To Win The Throne of The Government In Our  Constitutional Monarch System, Win The General Election With A Landslide Victory, That’s The Only Way. Tapi Kalau Kalah Macam Mana? Tolonglah, Tak Mau Dah Street Rally, Demostrations And Whatnot. Yes, You Claimed That It Is The Only Way To Let Your Voice Heard, But Is It The Best Way? Terima Kenyataan Kalau Kalah, Again, Jangan Jadik Sore Losers. Apa Itu Pembangkang? Salah Satu Komponen Untuk Check And Balance The Ruling Party If There’s Something Fishy In Their Administration. Kalau Kalah, Accept The Fact Yang Malaysian Still Not Ready For Changes, And Work Your Way Again To The Top In GE14.

Aku Anak Malaysia, Lahir Kat Malaysia, Jati Diri Dan Patriotisme Yang Sangat Tebal. Aku Tak Suka Tengok Negara Kucar-Kacir. Ya, Aku Suka Akan Perubahan, Ya Aku Suka Akan Kestabilan. Jangan Kerana Terlalu Nak Sesuatu Kita Lupa Apa Yang Paling Penting, Negara Itu Sendiri. Jangan Kerana Terlalu Ingin Memerintah Atau Terlalu Ingin Untuk Mengekalkan Kuasa Kita Lupa Untuk Mempertahankan Apa Yang Kita Sedia Ada. Jangan Kerana Politik Kita Berpecah Belah Dan Memberi Peluang Orang Luar Untuk Mengambil Kesempatan. Apa Apa Pun Terjadi, Kita Semua Masih Di Bawah Payung Yang Sama, Payung Jalur Gemilang. Berpolitiklah Secara Aman, Sebelum Dah Selepas Pilihan Raya Umum 2013. Ini Hanya Luahan Hati Seorang Anak Malaysia Yang Sangat Sayangkan Negara Sendiri, Negara Yang Unik Dengan Kepelbagaian Kaum Dan Tradisi.

P/S- Politic Never Dirty, But Politicians Are Different Matter

Mirror Mirror On The Wall Who's The Filthiest Among Us All?

Hey, You Can Act All Tough But Your Words Are See Through. You Said You Will Burn The House Down But You Can't Even Lit The Match. Parading To The Preachers That You The Kind Of Bringing Nuclear Bomb To Fist Fight, Killing All Innocent And Sacrificing Yourself For The Ounce of Recognition That You Are A Man Of Your Own Words. Who Are You Kidding? When The Smoke Clear, Yet There You Are Standing By Yourself Regretting All Your Past Sins But Do Nothing To Perfect Yourself. Your Action Never Speaks Louder To No Words, Only A Menagerie Of Misery On The Stage Of Deception.  Screaming Your Lung Out At The Edge Of World's Corner Where No One Will Ever Hear Your Silent Cry, Just The Way You Like It. You Want People To Believe That You The One Of The Kind, The Savior Of The Light, But You Do Wrong As Easy As You Write A Sweet Poem. Who Are You Kidding? Maybe People Did See Right Through Your Lies, But Turned Away Anyhow Because To Them, You Don't Matter. Just Another Pariah Trying To Fit In, Thriving In His Own Fantasy Yet So Far For Reality. A Typical Loser Who Living His Pathetic Life Trying To Gain Courtesy, Yet Easily Break Like A Crush Melon On Sunny Day. "Time Will Heal The Pain But The Scars Remain". Keep Telling Yourself That, As It Ring Truth To No One, Except The Demon That Lies Within, Calling All The Shots And Making All The Moves As He Reign Control As The One Puppet-Master. As Tough As It Comes, Life Is A Bitch! So What? Need Somebody To Hold Your Hair While You Puke You Heart, Sissy? Doesn't Matter, The End Is Here. See That You Never Miss The Ride Because There's No One Better To Enjoy The Scenery Of Losing Hope Than Yourself. Confused? It's Just A State Of Mind. There's Nothing In The End, Only A Flashback Of Destruction That Once You Enjoyed So Fucking Much! Just One Thing, Make Sure You Do Go Out With A Bang!

My Way Or The Highway

Not Gonna Make A Birthday Post This Year. Hell With It, I'm Aries. We, The Aries People Will Do What We Want, Whenever We Want!

The Battle Is All But Lost Yet Here I Am

LOVE...

Such A Funny Word, Seems Sweet But Sometime It Bites Someone So Hard They Can't Even Bring Themselves Up. 

Such A Game Where A Person Will Lays Everything On The Table But In The End Crash And Burn.

Such An Irresistible Force That It Mesmerize An Individual To The Point Where Addiction Become The New Solution.

Such A Gamble Where At Some Point All You Can Up Is Look Up To The Sky At Pray That Its At Your Mercy.

Such A Thing Where Stupidity Is Only One Step Away From Rationality. 

Such An Stature Where Those Who In It, Suffer A Lot But The Thing Itself Self Protected.

Why oh Why?

If Its Hurt So Much Why Everybody Put Themselves Into The Hardship of Getting It?

If Its That Painful Why Everyone Gunning For It And Feel Lonely if They're Not On Board?

If Its So Beautiful Why Everyone Raise The Middle Finger To The Point Of No Going Back?

If Its That Worth It Why Everybody Stuck In The Middle Whereby Only A Few Survive, Barely?

Maybe It Is Better Without

Maybe It Is Simpler Not To Have It

Maybe It Is A Force Not To Be Deal With

But Maybe,

Nobody Able.

Nothing Stay Forever And Ever

Maybe Living In Your Own World Without Having To Deal With Such Thing Is The Safest Way To Live.

But Then,

Thats Not Who I Am.

I Love Playing The Dangerous Game.

I Hate Being Hurt But I Always Up On My Feet At The End

I Come Out Stronger But Damaged On The Other Side

I Am Who I Am But Sometime To Be Myself I Have To Bring Someone In

I Am Fragile And Easy To Fall But Never Really Understand.

Maybe,

You're The One I Need

You're The One I've Searching For

You're The One, The Savior I've Been Looking For All My Life

You're The One The Different Kind From My Previous Encounter.

Yeah You! I Am Talking To You!

You're The Forbidden Fruit But I Am A Self Inflicted Fighter

You're In The Place Where The Odds Are Against Me.

But What The Hell? I Am Gambler.

I Rather Crash And Burn Then Asking Myself "What If?" In Future

All My Card On The Play, Its Your Turn To Play.

Game On!

I'm Apologise For What I've Done, Not For What Happened

"In The Future, When You Listen To This Song Which Once Was Ours, You Will Cry Remembering The Time We Shared Together"  (Miss XXXX, 2010)

You're Fucking Right......

Sugarcult
"Memory"

This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappeared.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?

Roses Are Indeed Red!

Those Flowers Are Indeed Meant For You, But Are You Mine To Hold?
Give Me The Answer. Yes Or No, You Will Always Be My Flower!

This Is Where We Make Our Last Stand

The thing about beauty is that it is subjective.

What society perceived as beautiful might be a majority belief but that doesn't mean it is from the view of all. Say what you want, believe what it is, follow as the perception lies down and take its toll, some people, the one that considered to be the "Society Rejects" might beg the differ. What make the majority supreme over the minor? What is it about perception of the many that belittled the one who think differently? Maybe they are right, it is safer to just follow the flow rather than turn and go the other way around instead of following your true belief and go against the mass. The thing about following your fighting heart is that it will always lead us toward the destruction of our self because our thought is just different from the rest of the obedience "monkeys in the suit".

Tale a look at all these girls. Do you believe that they are beautiful in their own way? Most will say otherwise. Just by looking at their differences in a way they present them self, these girl will never be put in the running for Miss Universe since society have a different idea of the definition of beauty. With all that tattoos, the striking hair colours, the piercing on the lips, the mind of the masses already labelled them as "The Outcasts". Is that what they all are? Rejected by the false entitlement just because they are different from what the majority want as the representative of beautiness? Say what you want, some of us, even though our numbers are small, we praise these girl for being different because it what separate them from the packs. It is what make them special in they own way even others don't believe so.   

Maybe WE (the different breeds) will never fit in the so called perfect society but we will never back down. Just because we are not who the rest of the world want us to be, that doesn't break us or bring us down because no matter what, our belief stand on its own, our voices make some noise even though its seldomly heard. Maybe we will never even make our mark in the map of history but we know that we at least tried. Try to be who we want, not following the trend of social setting that set for us, instead of doing that, we follow our heart and goes with our day.It might not mean anything but to us, its everything we have. Hey you,  yeah I am talking to you the rest of the world! You can kick us down, break us apart but you will never take away our freedom or our choices. Because in the end, we know that at least we make our own choices even though it might be the cause of our fall down.

Anaruxi: Dead And Scorned

They Say Hell Has No Wrath Against Fury Of Scorned Woman,

But My Gentle Wrath Will Not Justified With Hell Or Man, 

Seven Hells Can't Contain Me Soft As I Burned Up And Down,

Run Away All You Want, Matter Not Because There Is Not Place Save And Sound.

Yes, I Am Talking To You Mr I-Wanna-Save-The-World,

Your Stupidity Holds Me Ground By Your Side Sparing You From Darkness Twirl,

Yet Here I Am Dead And Vanished While You Are Still There Fighting Your Imaginary War,

Ignorance Is A Bliss, But Not To You As The World Is A Lost Cause As It Is Shock And Awe.

How Come You Are So Determined To Save The World, Mr White-Shining-Knight,

It Caused Me My Life You Fool, Now You Stand Alone To Face The Gruelsome Fight,

If You Just Accept The Fact, We Would Be Half The World Away Sharing A Kiss Together,

Laying On The Sandy Beach Toasting Booze Forever And Ever.

Now Look What You'd Done, I Am Dead For Your Dying Cause Not For My Willful Cue, 

Would You Even Look At Me Now As I Burning In Damnation , Not That You Ever Do,

I Am No Angel You Dummy, Just A Faithful Shadow Crawling From Behind You,

A Misfit Guardian With The Power To Save No One But Only You.

Wrath Gathers But No Strong Enough To Face The Might Strike,

If Death Ever Has Meaning, I Hope Mine Will Open Your Blind Sight,

But I Guess Is Meant Nothing Because There You Are Still In The Moronic Fight,

Will It Ever Stop You That The World Is Fruitfully Wrong With Nothing Ever So Right.

Now Heed My Sorrow From Underneath The Crypt,

There's Nothing Redemption Will Do Not It Does Rightful Deeds,

Now It's Time For You To Step Up And Be Who You Are Destined To Be,

Even Though It Hurts A Damn That You Are Not Meant For Me.

The World's Savior And Light Bringer Are Supposed To Live In Solitude,

There Won't Be Help From Me Since Hell Holds No Earth Reception, But The View Is Good,

Let See What You Worth Mr.Hero And Set The Burning World Afoot,

Just Know That I'm Waiting In Hell When Death Knocks You Senseless From Your Root.  

Courage!

All It Takes Are Just Some Courage And Guts To Walk The Path of The Unknown. It May Lead You Ashtray But You'll Never Really Know As It May Lead You To The Path Of Greatness. All It Really Take Are Just Bold And Risky Move In Order To Gain Something far Beyond Imagination. Will You Do It? Will You Step Up To The Plate To Seize Your Opportunity? And If It Is Truth That It Is Nothing More Than Goose Egg Chase, Will You Stop And Never Leave Your Comfort Zone Ever Again? Will It Really Be That Hard To Raise Up And Take The Matter Into Your Own Hand?

Truth Is Not As Sweet As It May Seem

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!

Hey Little Devil Hear My Confession

Here I Am...

Still Hanging.

Breathing...

Breathing...

Breathing...

Alive Or Dead, Still Confused...

Here I Am.

Look At Me Now.

Smiling Over Nothing.

Laughing Over Smiling...

Still Breathing...

Still Breathing...

Still Breathing...

Here I Am...

I Am Still Here..

Why Am I Still Here?

I Thought I Left With The Angel Of Death?

Is This The Second Chance?

If It Is, I Don't Want It!

Leave Me Alone...

Even Outcast Has A Right To Scream...

Here I Am.

Screaming...

Screaming...

Screaming On Top Of My Lung!

But Why There's No Sound?

Here I Am.

Dead But Breathing...

Breathing But Not Alive...

Here I Am...

Am I Really Here?

A Letter From A Crow To The Sea Bitch

p/s- this is the gayest post ever, please don't read this!

Most People, Girls Especially Thought That Every Guys Are Emotionally Invincible. The Thing Is, We Are Not. Trust Me When I Say This, Most Guys Will Denied Being A Sappy Emotional But It Is The Truth. The Only Different Between Sexes Is That Guys Don't Show Their Emotion For The View Of The World, They Keep It Bottle Up, Hold It All Imbalancely With A Cork To Cover It All Up, And Guest What, Once The Dam Is Broken, All Hell Will Break Loose. This Is Not A Warning Of What Might Come, Just A Constant Reminder. Hurting In The Guy's Playbook Means A Way To Somehow Avoid The Real Deal By Faking Up Positive Emotion Such As Being The Funny Guy. Well Guess What, The Funniest Guy You Know Its The Loneliest Guy There Is. The Only Way For Them To Shun Away The Evil Idea Of Being Alone Is To Fake The Happiness, A Show For Everyone To Feed Upon. The Truth Remain Silence In The Dark, The Unstoppable Damnation Of Being Hurt.

Well The Idea If Truth Itself Is A Grey Area, But Here Is What I Can Tell. Yes, I Am Still Hurt. The Fact That You Left Me Hanging During My Darkest Hour, Kills It Even More. Imagine A Knife That Cut Through Flesh, Times A Thousand. That Not Even Close To What You'd Done To Me. "That's Eight Month Of My Life I'm Not Getting Back. A Beautiful Letdown Led To Meaningful Life Lesson." That The Pipe Dream I Kept Telling Myself Whenever The Silly Thought Of Doing Something Dumb Cross My Mind. Hey, A Bro Can Dream Right? Even though It Is Not A Fairytale Ending Dream But Whatever That Get Me Through The Night. I Take What I Can Get. Maybe What The Real Lesson Is That The Girl That You Thought You'll Be Walking Down The Aisle With At The Very End Is Not Suppose To Be Who She Is If She Broke Your Heart In The Middle Of The Journey. That's The Awful Lesson I Take From You, From Us.

I Am Man Enough, Or At Least I Thought I Was, But I Sure Can Take It Like A Man. But, Why Should You Left Me Drowning Like That? Just Put A Gun To My Head, And Pull The Trigger And End My Miserable Life, But I Guess You Don't Have The Guts To Do That Huh? You Rather Let Me Be You Puppylove Puppet That You Can Toyed Around And Toss. A Plaything, That's What I Am. Well Screw You Bitch. A Puppylove Puppet Is A Tame Beast In Cage Waiting For The Moment To Seized. And Lucky For You, I Never Had The Chance To Claw You In Your Back. If The Table Turn And Time Reversed, That Is Exactly What I'm Going To Do.

So There It Is. The Confession Of A Psyche, A Broken Machine In The Form Of Flesh Madman, A Thing Called A Guy. Like It Or Not, I Am Still Hurting And There Nothing In This Globely World Can Fill The Hole You Left In My Pumping Heart. A Scar Remained Unhealed, That What Left Pumping My Blood From My Vein To My Brain. Thanks Again Bitch.

Brotherhood Without Manners

I Swear My Fealty To The Brotherhood Without Manners.

I Will Take No Law,

I Will Take No Love,

I Will Take No Honor,

I Will Take No Progeny,

I Will Take No Duty.

Hear My Words And Take My Vow

There Will Be No Peace,

There Will Be No Harmony,

There Will Be No Forgive,

There Will Be No Forget.

Hear My Oath And Take My Pledge

As Long As I Live,

As Long As I Stay,

I Am The Sword of The Might,

I Am The Shield of The Brave.

I Am A Brotherhood Without Manners

There Will Be No Mercy

Only Curse And Hell Lie Upon

As For I Am An Outcast

As For I Am A Pariah

As For I Am The Darkness In The Form Of Light

As For I Am The Devil Of The Night.

There Is No Home There Is No Place

 Even At The End Of The World

They Can Hear My Cry

As They Can Sense My Wrath.

I Am A Brotherhood Without Manners

I Am The Brotherhood Without Honor

This I Swear This I Concord.

As Long As I Live As Long As I Breath

This I Swear This I Concord.

Theon Greyjoy War Cry

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Rains Of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said, 

that I must bow so low? 

Only a cat of a different coat, 

That’s all the truth I know. 

In a coat of gold or a coat of red, 

A lion still has claws, 

And mine are long and sharp, my lord, 

As long and sharp as yours. 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 

That lord of Castamere, 

But now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

With no one there to hear. 

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

And not a soul to hear. 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 

That lord of Castamere, 

But now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

With no one there to hear. 

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

And not a soul to hear.