Why Don’t They Die?

Why don’t they die?

They are those people eating that pie.

Looking as happy as can be, ignoring the passer-by.

Their heads stiff, but their eyes on spy.

 

Who are the people I hate most?

Those sluts and bitches I used to know.

Their words so sweet, but act like a whore.

All they want to do is to make me blow.

 

Who are the desperate Wannabe?

Those ‘Penangites’  that people call ‘mami’.

Envy is their spirit and life full of jealousy.

Making people fall to the ground is their hobby.

 

Who are the uninvited royalty?

They are my brother due to blood-tie.

And his wicked witch wife he knew from Hogwarts.

Calling upon evil spirit and let them fly-by.

 

Why don’t they realize?

How I hate them till I die.

Can they just leave me alone so I could do things as I like?

Please go away and bye bye bye!

Ode from a Sleepy Dumbass

 

Drowning into my unbreakable ecstasy.

Twirling around,

I see nothing but bubbles of my thought,

floating upside down.

Sheep angels with their tiny lil’ wings,

sucking blood from the virgin halloween witch,

Cats chewing on human flesh,

and dogs having party.

Zombies marching on parade,

killing every soul in every body.

But they don’t see me.

 

Snooze…

ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz…

 

Feeling dizzy + sleepy as hell in teachers’ room SMKTW, 11.50 a.m.

There’s Been Death In My House

He lies on the bed looking for his men.

His wide eyes shut but his tiny mouth open,

craving for air to breath.

The restless mortal is in pain.

His shepherd cries in the name of humanity.

There is me,

pleading God either to make him live,

or take him away without any more miseries,

constantly.

Until the black cat is yawning,

so the death is coming.

The soultaker is completing his job;

to take away my precious one from my lap.

There is a deep echo humming through his journey,

and cries surrounding the dwelling.

His soul hovers above my head, getting higher and higher.

Bringing along my unlimited love,

and he faded.

 

Specially written for my pet guinea pigs, Hamtaro (R.I.P. on 10th March ‘08) , Hercules (R.I.P. on 5th September ‘08) & Muffin (R.I.P. on 1st October ‘08)

The Unwanted

I wake up this morning, feeling cold, feeling miserable.

There is no hot chocolate on the table, no bread as usual.

I seek around, anxious and intimidated.

No breath, no heartbeat, no soul, no sound of the humming plea.

But all I see is me, the shadow of reality.

My biggest fear has come, feeling deprived and unwanted.

So I step back into my coffin, somewhere I belong.