A gift of time

I extend to thee my utmost appreciation;
I'm sorry I failed upon my demon's apprehension;
I wish to express gratitude on my personal presence;

But as long as I long for your cyssan sensation;
I cannot resist possession's temptation;
I cannot deny my desire for your affection.

Reciting My Birth

Birth, where life takes its first breath;
As it submits to time, the trial of its worth;
Birth, a substance of overrated worth;
An eternal sentence that governs this world.

Reflecting upon the day of birth;
I choose to embrace silence's worth;
May this day I be free from words;
For 24 hours I detach from this world.

Torn between two

Missing and afraid, which should I turn to?
I'm lost and confuse, I'm torn between the two;
This feeling has no cure, no aids, there's nothing I can do;
Forgetting is something time will give me in due.

Your image huants me;
Your scent suffocates me;
Your presence tortures me;
Nothing is hurting, but memory of you in me...

Bitter Rain

The sun shines bright;
The sky's clear blue light;
Its a beautiful starry night;
Would you stop and appreciate the starlight?

Even in such a day;
My rain does not ceased to decay;
Bitterness is left as it lay;
No color dare stands in its way.

Soon I will be gray, grieving in pain;
Colorless I become as my days are slain;
Consuming every color left in my brain;
What can I do? How do I stop the rain?

My Nights

Whenever I sleep, I still see you lying next to me, Smiling the way I love it...
I find myself pretending you're still there, where I gently kissed your forehead, you responded with the smile I fell in love with...

While these images still lingers;
These feelings slips through my fingers;
Covering my heart no longer ensures;
My masks shatters upon your blinding posture.

Forgive me for I am immature;
This is just my own nature;
A boy whose heart is ruptured;
A patient who needs to recover...

Lingering Ghost

When the line was cut, when your voice faded;
I felt a jitter where I thought I've discarded;
Could this mean I'm still in denial?
Or is this another trial?

I feel haunted again by forgotten ghost;
Hope is my enemy stationed at my post;
I'm not ready to reengage thy ghost;
The ghost of my dreams, the ghost of my rose...

Please... Don't let me cry myself to sleep again...

Obvious

Its obvious things are a bit different;
Its obvious we're a bit distant;
Its obvious I'm succeeding recent;
Its obvious your rose is being frozen.

I'm succeeding, but yet there's no glory to withhold.
I'm victorious, but why is my sky still painted grey?
I'm restless, I'm in need of my tranquil slumber.