Introduction

I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.

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Dark Parade

The sky was dark,
And hell ya,
It was raining like cats and dogs,
So was my last tear that reigned my heart,
That same tear wet the stone,
Just as how the rain from the heavenlys' did

As my hand feel for the carvings on the stone,
So was my mind feeling my soul,
In vain was my mind,
Oh where is my soul?
Where did it go?
Oh yes I just remembered

The church just on the other street,
Just held a dark parade,
Just when the sun was fading,
Into the clouds where darksness ruled

I was there to witness,
In black was I as a respect,
To the person that slept in the casket,
As the pastor held the memorial,
I heard the weeping of the mourners

As I present a rose to the asleep,
I gapsed in a shame,
Oh how fine she was!
Sadly she just slept away,
Yet again,
She looks happy,
Oh well,
Maybe that was what she ever wanted

I sent her off through the vista of memories,
We walked together till we reach the yard,
It was then the pastor and mourners bid goodbye to her,
I stood there still,
As I see her off,
Drowning into the soil

And after all was done,
Eveyone left ecept for me,
It was then the heavenlys poured in sorrow,
I was awaken by their sorrow,
My legs gave way,
I dropped down on the ground,
I shout my lungs out,
Questioning the heavens
Oh God what isit that I've done???!!!!
As I read the tombstone:
MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE

*jus frm ma imagination...do comment pls*
Illusionized. Friday, May 18, 2007;5:44 PM