balloon sanctuary*

as the name suggest... this is a sanctuary of his views, thoughts, ideas, frustrations, fantasies and dreams encapsulated in a balloon-like tissue floating within the skull...

04 July 2005

Agony In The Garden

It's like choosing
Between life and death
Bliss or grief
Forever in heaven
Or eternity in hell
Only that whatever choice you make
You're still heading
To the garden
That the One had fallen

It all seems a deja vu
Fear suddenly eats you
Your confidence unexpectedly sucked you dry

The alarms was raised
Yet you can't run
The fire of love
Yes, can't easily be extinguished

See
Your soul and heart
Devouring by the sharp teeth of love
The pain is unbearable
Its scream seems a whisper
Yet the whisper is deafening
You're engulfed by total darkness
No one's with you
Aid is impossible
Help is fiction
But the misery is a fact

Your established life has already been unclear
Already choked by this thing
Until when or where
Your sleepy eyes
Remain in this brain
Just don't blame me
If my knuckles would've turned white
I can't turn back
It's not easy as spitting out
The damage has been done
No cloth can patch things up

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