This Night

i wish to hang on to you forever,
hold you in my arms and feel your warmth.
Something about you saves me,
babe, i need you tonight.

stay with me here tonight,
hold me in your arms, tight.
I look at you in the eyes,
desperately drinking in their light.

sit with me here tonight,
make me feel everything is all right.
lay in my arms forever,
let me hold you close, hold you tight.

Dont go leaving me tonight,
let me drink your soul.
lay with me tonight,
let me love you forever more.

Memories

All of my memories keep you near,
deep in my heart, antidote to my fear.
Babe you know i'l hold you close,
i'l be with you, when i'm gone.

I'l leave you with memories,
to keep me me near.
Memories for you to hold dear,
Enough for you to cherish after years.

In this life i'l try,
to leave you with enough love to remember me by.
All of those things which we did,
all those memories to keep me dear.

Hope there is a way,
to stay in your arms forever more.
To live those silent moments,
to remember my whispers in you ears.

Let the memories ease the pain inside,
know that i'l wait for you on the other side.
Someday you'l be mine, in my arms,
Then we'l leave the memories behind.

Wants

A tiny pawn in this game of life,
a twisted piece of flesh and bone.
A sodden soldier, battered by the hands of fate,
left to live on lifez scrapes.

A beaten man, a broken soul,
a stupid mission etched into his soul.
A mask of lies and his heart,
his weapons in this fight.

he looks his reflection in the eye,
he sees the pain, the deceit and the lies.
the mask slips over his face, the eyes go blank,
he looks again and hates himself.

the anger drives him mad,
a broken man, tearing at his face.
he wants to live, to laugh and smile,
he wants to be held and loved alike.

The stupid pawn wants a good life,
a want to be hugged and loved.
A cry of anger and tears,
The end is near.

Stalker

I come through your window, silent as can be,
I sit next to you, while you calm, in sleep be.
With shaking fingers i move the hair off your face,
with loving hands i stroke your hair.

I sit and watch your radiant face,
bathed in the moonlit glow.
Mesmerized by your eyes,
i run my hand gently on your face.

I take your soft hands in mine,
Stroking your fingers as you sleep.
I see the smile on your face,
i pray to god, to keep you so.

With moistened lips i kiss your finger tips,
i feel you gently stir.
I run my fingers through your hair,
softly i bite your ear.

I look at you sleeping there,
the moonlight dancing on your face.
I take the necklace and put it next to you,
something to remember our nights together too.

I brush my lips on your softer ones,
running my fingers on your face.
Sleep well, sleep true my beloved one,
I'l be with you forever more.

The End

Nay nay na nay na,
and a thousand pieces of my heart.
La la la la laa,
Sharper then the sharpest shard.

Hurts to play anymore,
to love you was the hardest thing i ever did.
To hope you'l love me too,
so foolish to expect more.

I waited on you for months,
For a three letter "yes".
I waited on you further,
But there was no more.

To lie to you is the hardest thing,
to talk to you through the pain.
I held out for so long,
Cant hang on anymore.

Too scary to never know,
so very insecure.
I hoped you would be mine,
But i might as well die.

∂αѕ ¢нαмäℓєση

Scared and afraid, you come to me,
with unsteady feet in the dark.
I hold out my arms to take you,
To wrap you forever in my embrace.

I see the fear twinkling in you eyes,
smiling i reach for my scythe.
Its so much fun, when they fear,
so much more bloodier.

You see the smile, the lusty eyes,
You feel my lust for blood.
You see me reach for the scythe, and realize,
You realize, that i'l make it pain.

I wait to let it sink in,
i wait for you to run.
Your mind is screaming, the heart, ever so loudly beating,
You turn to flee, but your body is stunned.

I swing my scythe, below your waist,
screaming, you fall on your face.
I laugh at your pathetic fate,
I lick your blood of my scythe.

You came to me, to set you free,
Dont cry now, im setting you free.
I stamp your heart and grin,
You bloody fool, Im ∂αѕ ¢нαмäℓєση.

Heart Breaker

The author is writing this post on love(Yes he knows its one of the most talked about topics!!).He is doing so because, like those other hundred thousand million people out there, he has suffered a heartbreak(No, that does not mean he is the heart break kid Shawn Micheals ). As is the universal rule, he should right now be cursing the person who has stomped all over his heart, but as it goes, the author can not bring himself to hate that person. That brings us to the crazy toughness a person requires to fall in love, its like a criteria. A person should not fall in love, if he cannot take the heart break. The author believes that it is safe to say, that he has suffered enough heart breaks to live through another one with ease, but that is never the case. Even if its a ruthless murder, he feels the pain of heart break.(Not that the author is a ruthless murder, though he might count as a murder for killing himself in the past ). Love, this epic four letter word, representing the bonding of two people, their joys and sorrows and their togetherness, is indeed a word which has made and destroyed destinies. There have been different kinds of lovers through the ages, too many for the author to mention here. But he would like to say, that he is proud to be one of those who even after a heart break, have never stopped loving. The author hereby pledges, that whatever may come, he shall ensure that he spreads enough love, so that one day, one people think of him, they'l remember to love.

Her Freedom

They hang the flags, head held high,
they paint it on their faces.
They tell you they all love her so,
They tell you they'l die for her.

Dancing and signing, they pass you by,
You stand and watch, on your face a grim smile.
They dance today, not tomorrow,
the love present only in their sorrow.

They raise it high, they raise it proud,
swinging it, they march together in large crowds.
You look at them, so close to each other, so kind,
Look closer, the anger, the greed you'l find.

60 Years of a country free,
60 Years of faking it be.
You look at them, and you know,
they cant fight, they have no will.

They lie to themselves, they make believe,
they look in the mirror, and a fractured man they see.
Standing there you look at them,
Silenty you slip away from them.

They'l live the lie,
they'l die in it.
Even a 100 years, couldnt free her of them,
They live for money, die for it.

You want to save her from their hands,
to let her be free again.
Yet you know, theres nothing you can do,
They'l sell her soul, they'l kill you too.

Walking silently into the night,
you cry for her dying soul.
You lift your eyes and pray to him,
Let her live, just once again.

A Wish

On open lawns and green wide fields,
under new trees of ancient seed.
The ever changing, everlasting wind,
blowing through our embrace.


Forever i would hold you close,
to never let you leave my sight.
I miss you by day, and at night,
A wish to hold you near.

To sit upon those open fields,
Under the cool shadows of the trees.
To slip my hand into urs,
A wish to someday, together, watch the stars.

To walk with you over bridges,
to feel your head upon my shoulder.
Sitting by the sea side,
A wish to kiss you tender.

To stare unto your eyes,
and to be lost in their beauty.
To someday draw you close,
A wish to entwine my fingers across your waist.

To fight all that comes my way,
to find you right by my side.
To forever look at your face,
A wish to die in your slender hands.

I promise to hold you close,
to be there, when you look for me.
I shall hold your hand and walk these shore,
A wish of mine, you be.

The Twist Of Fate

Yes the twist of fate is a official move used by WWE superstar Matt Hardy, but that is not what the author is referring to here. He is referring to the literal meaning of the string of words. Every time the author has said that to be happy for a while, you must be prepared to be unhappy fa few days, or a longer while, he has meant it as advise to other people. But, as the trend of advise goes, those who give it, never use it. Now this at any other time, would have seemed extremely rib cracking material to the author, but at times , as such, he hates to say that he agrees. Taking the recent circumstances of his life. The author a few posts earlier had said that, he had been a happy person, a contended person, But as time and again we see, that happiness is not to last longer than a few days(the author thinks that it never lasts longer than a week, but he would rather not claim so, as he has never been bothered enough to actually verify that fact ). So once again, the author is drawn into the battlefield, but this is no normal battle, this is a battle of words, of shattering hearts, and psychological warfare, of breaking minds. The author, readies his heart, gets up his barriers, streamlines his mind and kills all emotions. It is time to fight to survive.

The Suicide

I pierce my hand and watch the blood,
i yearn to feel its warmth.
my skin, it pales under its flow,
yet no warmth seeps into my soul.

I drag my feet towards the door,
So hard it be without the blood.
I look at them, all chatting, smiling,
I pray to the lord to keep them forever so.

I fall as my knees do buckle,
no more need of them, to me.
I see into the past again,
me sitting there, laughing with them.

A single tear, mixes with blood,
I loose all feeling in my lungs.
The hands dont move,
my legs do shiver.

I burn them into my soul,
i feel my brain go cold.
With unseeing eyes, i'l watch on them,
Forever now, i'l laugh with them.

W.D.

Whispered Words

In gentle words i'l break your heart,
i'l leave my touch on ur skin.
In whispered words i'l make you fear,
silently, u shall hear.

Its a play today,
we'll rehearse tomorrow.
I'l dance with you,
in the joy of your sorrow.

I'l hold you close, warm and tight,
tight enough for you to break by night.
U'l feel the warmth and the closeness,
The warmth of blood, and the closeness of death.

i'l break your heart and move away,
i'l watch u sway and fall.
I'l live and die with it all,
But never be able to live at all.

I stand and watch you walk on by,
past me and all your sorrows.
Its better if you go on by,
the pain and sorrow are all mine.

Cant watch you pay,
cant watch you suffer.
Aye man, just leave me be,
For death is the one for me.

W.D.

Enigmatrix

The author is writing this post, sitting in complete darkness except for the light of his laptop in his room. He likes the darkness again. It has come to be in the authors life, that once again his set of rules of life have proven themselves to be steadfast and true. The happiness that he believed had come into his life, left as unannounced as it had come, leaving the author standing in the wreckage of a blown out party. Every moment he believed that his life had changed, every second he told himself that the next day would be better. He was playing with himself, twisting the dagger deep into his soul. When he realized it had all blown apart, that the party was over before it had begun. He once again felt broken, but this time he didnt fall, his knees buckled a little, he staggered a moment under the pressure of the broken dreams, but eventually his legs held and he went back to his old life, to the place where he had come from. Once again now, the author closes himself, picks out another mask, puts it on and watches the world, all emotions suppressed and hidden under that mask of coldness and under those deep green oceans of his eyes.

*The author does not care to cry or to hurt himself anymore, he justs walks the path with the others, but all alone.

Flight of the burden

Today the author is happy to inform his readers that his new method of not telling anymore lies to his teacher reached a conclusive and happy ending today. The author is glad to let you know that due to his honesty and his will to achieve better and make a better person of himself, he, the author has been able to do well in his exams. His DELEC lab test was superb and the author is expecting a distinction grade, also his DELEC written paper went pretty well. But, the most important happening in the authors life today, was that, his c# programming project was approved by the teacher and his honesty was appreciated, when he openly told his teacher about the fact that he had taken help from his friends to do the project, and that he understood only 75% of the project. Also the author is glad to inform that he passed his c# practical test with distinction as well(The author might seem studious, but believe me, he isnt!). Also the author would like to take this opportunity to thank Jonathan Lim and Kenji Teo, his classmates and good friends who helped him complete his project.Now the author is able to relax his mind till tuesday night, where he shall once again be worried by the approaching web designing test(Yes, the authors life is extremely dull and boring for the past one week).
Also since, tomorrow the author has no lectures, he plans to go out and spend his day with some of his good friends, More about "The Adventures Of Author And Friends" in tomorrows post.

*The author wishes all readers a pleasant day and night.