Anna Hates

Anna glared with hatred
Rage burn in her amber eyes
She spat to the ground between aisles
said she wishes to spat on me instead
She wished for me to die and suffer
Hell's way to tell that whatever we had, it's over

You may say you'll kill me if only you have the gun
Drink the water as you watch me burn
You may say I'll be broken already,
if not for what's left of your "humanity"
But we both know, me being alive is not because of your amity
You may bury me six feet under
Watch me as I sink in the water
Anna, you'll eventually jump
Sink yourself to pull me back up

Anna you'll put your life on a line
offering your lungs in exchange of mine
Just to make sure that I'm alive
In that little mind of yours, hatred will never thrive
So tell me, how could you not choked,
with all those bound vengeance boiling in your blood

Better

The thing with people is, they leave

They always leave

They will deceive you with the promises of forever

But then they will find someone more

More important, more awesome, more beautiful

You could try, you could give yourself away

Bu they will just leave you there, 

Lonely, with nothing. 

Because they have taken the part of your heart

That you can't grow back

You tried to live with its absence

You tried to survive the pain

Just when you think you can live with it

They will go back and ask

Why did you let it happen?

Why didn't you try?

Just when you have the strength to walk away,

They will ask why you're putting your distance.

Pretender, Pretender

I’ll close my eyes and eat up your lies

and I’ll give up heart till i’m breaking apart

I’ll play my part, I’ll dance when the music start

Six feet under or ten thousand feet above

I will still choose your love

Even over four leaf clover

Oh my dear pretender,

I beg to you, I beg to you

Don’t drop the act

I’ll leave my suspicion fly in the air

My dear pretender,

I beg for you, I beg for you

to let me sign a lifetime contract

to play out this affair

Perfect part 1

She stares at her reflection
Eyes burning hole on every inch of her skin
She seeks for perfection
A pair of angel wings and porcelain skin

Cause every walls echoes her shattered voice
Every shadows shows her lack of curve
Every mirror shows the scars and stain
The ones she tries to erase in vain
She wants to scream but she traded her vocal cord
All she wants was to be perfect, she knows she falls short

So scream, darling
Let me hear that resonant pain
So cry, darling
Let me see that beautiful rain

Thought as Dark as The Room

a little piece for "Motion Sickness", the short story I currently write based on This Song.. 

Horner could imagine her walking alone in the crowd. With her look and family reputation, it’s not hard for her to convince people who don’t care that she has someplace to go, someone to talk to, and something that required her attention. He could imagine her wearing her business suits, walking as she divide the sea of crowd to make way. Desperately trying to get nowhere. It could be a perfect façade, not only to fool people, but also to fool herself. Even if it’s just for a short moment.

He couldn’t bear to imagine that this beautiful creature has to endure a large amount of empty feeling.

Drowning in the thought as dark as the room he is in, Horner curled himself against her, trying to at least ease the feeling that suddenly burden his heart so much, he felt the pain started to feel physical. As if his heart actually burnt and he’s too helpless to put out the fire. He snuggled her, closing his eyes and hopelessly trying to make as much body contact as he possibly could. His childish mind wishes that that much body contact could make transferring pain possible, because he would really love to share that kinda pain, if it’s what it takes to unbreak her and ease her lifetime pain. Even just for a little. But of course, he couldn’t make it happen. No amount of willpower could make it possible.

Horner closed his eyes, kissing her cheek gently. Once, twice, then the third time. He didn’t even bother to let go. Horner decided that if he couldn’t take some of the pain, he would just give this beauty so much. Even beyond his ability to love. He would love her again and again and again, until maybe, just maybe, his love could be enough to even out the pain she bore her whole life, and for the days to come.

Human could only love so much, Horner thought. But he promised himself that he wouldn’t give up on her. 

Anna Scarred

It's just a little slit,
She whispered to herself
Just a little red on beige
Just a little sting of pain
It's just a little madness that couldn't harm
No one but herself

A reminder of pain she dearly worship
A kiss from past haunted her mind
It was a punishment at first,
But today it's a piece of art
It's just a little madness that couldn't harm
No one but herself.

But she didn't see
It's a ticking time bomb for her sanity
A jab of the painful reality
A cry for attention
Voice that nobody could listen

So she took the blade hidden inside the casual stationery
A slit after another, she started to see that bright color
And the little sting that remind her of the reality
The pain that she believed will keep her sanity
If only she's brave enough to look at her reflection
And see how her scowl turn into adoration
Tears turn into gleam in the eyes
It's just a slit to the wrist
A dried red before even stain her pillowcase
It's punishment turned to habit
And this little madness, it's more than just "phase"

But they only see red
On the lipstick she applied
But they only see tears
On the laughter so rich
They see madness
But they choose to blind their eyes
Because they're afraid
And they'll tell her that she's a coward.

Anna Vice

Tell me, I want to know when will you stop
Or if that act of yours will ever drop
Tell me, when will you learn to walk in our tight shoes?
And see through our wounded eyes
It's easy to play victim, really
Especially when the world has shown nothing but cruelty
But tell me, will you ever learn to feel pain that wasn't on your skin?
Or will you continue to play that act, over and over again?

You told us a story originated from your own misery
With sugar and spice, and some of edited reality
You wanted tears, puddled up right under your feet
You wanted rage, boiled up right inside our chest
What will happen when we've inherited your hatred?
What will happen when time burnt our vengeance and left us jaded?
I hope you know, oh I pray to God you know
Because it would hurt when you realized that you only cause woe

Tell me, can you hear them howling
The same cry you made when your skin was ripped apart?
Tell me, can you see the scars similar to your fingertips
The blues and reds across our skin in shape of your fists?
You say that they hurt you, But can you see that you hurt us too?
With your whispers of vengeance, your worst of intentions
Tell me, will you ever stop being a vice
Or will it continue till you meet your demise?