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uh huh uh huh..
Friday, 27 April 2007

Life's been an emotional slur.

Its funny really, when you pretend everything is all right, no one notices the pain in your eyes.

Smile my sweet perfect meaningless smile.

mirrors.

Sweet clear varnish on the floor
reflect the dark side they try to hide.
For you might be just the one
to open that mysterious door
So what are you trying to show me
in that deep dark closet
crypt where skeletons lie?
Reject light, bring forth fright,
oh mirror, reveal the horror.
For those who seek clarity in your silver pools,
seed madness and despair.
With poise you stand in the lairof the vain,
in silent mockery as you pair
with time, till they smash you
in and laugh as fate comes full circle
in the brilliant dust of your shattered body.

How I wish to break this superficiallity. Is it an impossiblity? Between us, nothing but a quick glance and a move to sit with someone else. The fascadious conversations on the safest topics, a stalemate that no one breaks. To say I know you would be a lie. But you can't say I didn't try. Perhaps then I should have asked: would you be my valentine?

Cough.
Such discomfort as I
Drag myself.
Bruised and battered
Up the creaky stairs.
Limp
Across the tortured floorboards
To theNoose.
Smile sweetly and take
the paracetamol.

To satisfy someone:aiya, why would anyone wanna type like this ar? so very sianz lehx. I tell you hor, that this is not how I type lor. Its just something that I can't do at all laa. don't worry la, I am just not happy with life lor, it really is so bad, if not for friends who have become like my family. sho good rite? ahaha, REALLY, I HATE TYPING LIKE THIS. I SOUND LIKE SOME WHINNING KIDDO. so, this is the first, and hopefully last time i'm doing this. yeah.
smiles.

7:34 pm