The Riot In My Heart

 

It was a riot in my heart.

Haywire and an electrocute aftermath

It’s like I’d pay my life to escape

An Escapee, A Gypsy and A Tramp


I’ve lost too much of myself to scare of that

In wish that they’ll be no replica of me

I would take this to the death with me if I could


In thought that I’ve lived through so much another 50-60 years would be fine

I’ve lost the hype in life some while ago.


It seems like it doesn’t matter if it’s a success or fail, neither of that will move anyone here in this town, nobody knows when you died in Phnom Penh 


The closer the deadline, the hotter the flame burns, the grayest the sky, the sorrowest the town.

I’m watching every dreams goes up in smoke.

Nothing works anymore…

I eat everyday just to produce blood in support for my internal bleeding 

All sorts of pains are all numb now

The Paralyzation and the Spasms and every Deep Aches, too.

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