a room with a thousand masks,
that have a thousand lies,
that have a thousand truths,
which mask should I choose?
the painful truth?
or
the sweet lies?
a room with a thousand mask,
that have a thousand lies,
that have a thousand truths,
there I stand,
choosing the truth,
even if I,
will bleed in the end,
a room with a thousand masks.

we live in an age of betrayal,
where friends will stab your back,
where lovers will betray the trust,
where the ally is the enemy,
we live in an age of betrayal,
where trust is just a word,
without meaning,
a word,
empty and hollow,
just a decoration,
we live in an age of betrayal,
where we can't trust own selves,
we can't trust our own action,
we can't trust our own judgement,
for that we fear,
that it will betray us in the end,
I say my friend,
we do live in a fun age,
don't we?

somehow, I'm just posting poem in here,

oh well, it is random rant

and I think my poem qualifies as rant.



well that's all


Cheers,


untitled 2


failure and rejection,
so used to it,
part of my life,

use me,
throw me away,
ignore me,
yes I know,
I was no more than trash,

I remembered it all,
time will never erase it,
time will never heal it,

but revenge,
I will never take,
I will never stoop so low,
all I will do,
all I'm going to do,

I will prove this trash,
will worth more than any treasure,
and finally you will see,
a trash won't forever be a failure.

tell me,
do you regret your past?
or do you cherish it?
do you loath it?
because all the pain it caused?
because all the hate it reminds?
or do you missed it?
because of all the beautiful memories?
because of all the people you've met?
or do you think nothing of the past?
for you,
those distant days,
have passed,
and there is no use looking back,
or for you the past is just a road,
that everyone have to take,
to arrive here,
the present,
and also the future,
or you are trapped in your past,
unable to take a step forward,
fearing the future,
for what it may bring,
so now tell me,
what do you think of the past?

that monster,
hated his heart,
so black and hideous,
it was a reminder,
of a time where he was lost and weak,
so he ripped it out,
and throw it away,
later,
that monster regretted it,
that heart was the only one never to leave him,
his only treasure,
gone,taken,lost,

them who found that heart,
think that them found a treasure,
a relic from distant past,
covered in dust that needs to be washed,
but then when them saw,
what it truly is,
them throw it away,
without a second thought,

and then,
there was a story,
of a monster looking for its heart,
still gone, taken, lost, vanished to this day,
that black heart,
his only treasure.

once,
from the light,
I fall in it,
in the darkness of the heart,
but somehow,
I've grown to love it,
that pitch black darkness,
that hides my true feelings,
my true thoughts,
my true intentions,
my hideous true self.

maybe I never did fall in it,
maybe I was lost in the light in the first place,
maybe this darkness is my origin.

or maybe I don't belong anywhere,
neither in the light,
nor in the darkness,
I've grown in both,
they help me become who I am now,
but still what's my true self?
the one that hide in darkness?
or the one struggle to find the way in the light?

here I stand,
between the light and the dark,
still thinking the question,
until I realized,
this is me,
a human.

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