SKY HIGH BUNGEE WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED

strain and stress
push and press
to kill we dress
in darkness we supress
our only ambition
to destroy the crest

freedom of speech
mouths that screech
words without discreet
that bites and breed
the tragic outcome ?
an outcast
a creep
and a son of a bitch

flowers here
flowers there
thank you but
im already aware
that im blind and deaf
to the calls of death

silver cross
we step upon
to cripple and crunch
the trust and faith
" please , sir ,
raise your stakes ;
for death has come "

man ... need i say more ? gonna do moral karangans now , gonna blog bout penang tmoro if me haf da time ... ciaoz . interesting story dun haf 2day , sori mario n andy lol .

sometimes i wish i can sleep forever and ever in a world of dreams and fantasy ... then i won't have to wake up ... but every morning the alarm goes *RINGGGGG* and up i rise like a mummy revived ... damnit