Depression is his only friend
For this lost soul that won't mend
No strength nor courage to ever fend
Cruelties and horror to him be sent
To carry on his friend he brings
Along with smokes, with constant doing
And once in a while he does some drinking
Trying to mend his soul, now beyond healing
His parents worry, he cares not
He's quite smart, he knows a lot
Like a dumb boy he studies not.
Thinks he can't do it, but its just his thought
He has no future, he doesn't care
What went wrong? He won't share
Maybe its love, or his past out there
We will never know how he will fare
The naked earth cries out
None listens, nor hear its shout
How innocent and small is she!
Decimated by only, you and me
Fight back, dear earth!
From the evils of societies wrath
As if a plague, disastrous we fall
Manifesting ourselves and our all
Envy, sloth, lust and greed!
Fills our sins with more to feed
Impervious are we in this time of need
Our hearts of stone shall Satan heed
Isolated on this earth so barren
Each neighbour have we so long forgotten
For a metal's worth is not worthwhile
To keep until then comes senile
Yet, found is, a silver lining
Among the leaves of wickedness and evil doing
A tint of hope, may yet to
He appears at night
When there is no light
When everyone is sleeping
He prances around
But without a sound
The night is his for keeping
Even though surreal
No doubt he's real
You can't see him, even though peeping
Bringer of dreams
Plus nightmare screams
He makes slumber entertaining
With a sprinkle of sand
A wave of his hand
He'll send you to the land of dreaming
Unlike Santa or Easter Bunny
He aint very funny
He's just a mystical being
In my opinion, the hardest thing to do is live. I mean, just stand on the side on the street and look around. Look carefully. Most people will look at the scenery, the cars, the chicks, but I see PEOPLE. I noticed that for every single being life has become unsurpassingly overmajorly complicated and complex.
Look at life now and then. In the old days, the people then lived a carefree, happy life. They did not have many troubles in their lives and jobs were very easy to acquire. BUt now, we have cars, complex and painstakingly hard jobs, love lives that are complicated themselves, tuition, societies, glamour, fame, wealth, terrorists, disease
Malaysia, Malaysia
I'm leaving you
to the land down under
Oh why Oh why
do I have to leave you
a place full of wonders
and people, and cultures
Truly, there is no place like home
A true story:
A man who did missionary work in South Africa visited a woman in a hut, dying of AIDS. There was also a child clinging onto the mother while the mother is lying on the ground because of her condition. It was unusual for the woman to have visitors because in South Africa ihaving AIDS is like being a leper in the old days. The man asked this sick oman if she had any food. SHe said, "Yes, i have plenty," and pointed to a corner of the hut. There in that corner was a small pack of food given to her by humanitarian workers. The man, not intentionally offending her, asked, "Have you ever thought about your future?". She raised her ha
Darkness approaching me
My heart beats faster
It is night, the time I fear
My heart beats faster
For soon I sleep, that I fear
For dreams they come, consumes my mind
Confuses my sanity, devours my soul.
In bed I lay, blanket held tight
Afraid of what may come
A dream of insanity and pain
Causes this fear of mine remain
One eye open, I curl up
And shake, my heart beats fast
Darkness comes before my eyes
I brave myself, for fear of my mind
It is coming......
The naked earth cries out
None listens, nor hear its shout
How innocent and small is she!
Decimated by only, you and me
Fight back, dear earth!
From the evils of societies wrath
As if a plague, disastrous we fall
Manifesting ourselves and our all
Envy, sloth, lust and greed!
Fills our sins with more to feed
Impervious are we in this time of need
Our hearts of stone shall Satan heed
Isolated on this earth so barren
Each neighbour have we so long forgotten
For a metal's worth is not worthwhile
To keep until then comes senile
Yet, found is, a silver lining
Among the leaves of wickedness and evil doing
A tint of hope, may yet to
Current Residence: Sydney, Australia Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal, Oldies, Punk Rock, etc Favourite style of art: -All types? duh..... Operating System: Windows XP Professional Edition MP3 player of choice: Winamp Shell of choice: none hahaahahahhaa Wallpaper of choice: darkmatter Skin of choice: my own Favourite cartoon character: Homer?
hmmm....just realised I haven't submitted a deviation in a long time........currently working on one but I'm kinda busy with other commitments....and now I managed to get a job at McDonalds. Yep, i know i know....but at least I can get cash :D
:psychotic: AH! NIGHTMARES! AH! :psychotic:
.......school just started today....but kinda tired and feeling fatigue. Another boring day of school. Then back home. Then eat. Then devART. Then watch TV. Then sleep. BORING.....
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If I had one cent for every breath,
I would need to breathe no more
:psychotic: AH! NIGHTMARES! AH! :psychotic:
AAAAHHHH!!! HELP ME!! NIGHTMARESSS!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
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If I had one cent for every breath,
I would need to breathe no more