and i will not
to yield from a force that will pull my spirit down. suck all my blood and blow off my mind to far oblivion. the minion, my everyday doomsday, the agony of waiting in desperation, following the sweet music of unknown death and slow passing time of eternity. on my way to darkness as i pass the twisted lights of fake abyss. as i clenched my fist, i thirst for a cup of revenge, to something i can never reckon. i taste a lips of innocence from my demented existence, a melody of invisibility, a wall of wailing, carefully patterned genocide of dreams…a step for tripping chastity, a lust i could not fulfill, a touch of pain, from a blood shut memory of pain. to where these words lead—-i do not know. well, much is said, so little is done.
-darkmau-
MALaya!
