Another morose night..
Listening to: Mastodon - March Of The Fire Ants
I just had to bump into her today,argh. Yes,I'm emo again..=( The exams are closing in, No time for play now. Here's where we all go nuts under pressure. New guitarist for The Panopticon, His name is Dakai.. Don't ask.. Fiona Apple is hot! And btw, Happy birthday Mr.Jepun aka Leo if you are reading this, good luck for your O's next year, you better start studying now mate. I've been writing alot of poetry out of boredom lately. Starting to get sick of the comp..and that my friends, is actually good news. Here's one I wrote not too long ago:
The betrayal and despicable acts it has caused
The lives it took,
the hearts it broke,
the countless miseries and the death of hopes
we've come back for vengeance
this day would be a great one to be remembered
the sweet sound of it's voice shrouded in agony
gone in a second,
the funeral of love
a last cold whisper, fading away as the night stood in serenity
the stars that we held onto tightly,
we never let go as the night faded away slowly
leaving us to burn into a pulp of hope and guilt for the very act we had just caused.
the death of something so significant
something greater than death itself
basically it's about how extremely fucked up love can be yet how seriously important it is. Aight, shall hit the sack now dudes and dudettes,adios amigos.
I just had to bump into her today,argh. Yes,I'm emo again..=( The exams are closing in, No time for play now. Here's where we all go nuts under pressure. New guitarist for The Panopticon, His name is Dakai.. Don't ask.. Fiona Apple is hot! And btw, Happy birthday Mr.Jepun aka Leo if you are reading this, good luck for your O's next year, you better start studying now mate. I've been writing alot of poetry out of boredom lately. Starting to get sick of the comp..and that my friends, is actually good news. Here's one I wrote not too long ago:
The betrayal and despicable acts it has caused
The lives it took,
the hearts it broke,
the countless miseries and the death of hopes
we've come back for vengeance
this day would be a great one to be remembered
the sweet sound of it's voice shrouded in agony
gone in a second,
the funeral of love
a last cold whisper, fading away as the night stood in serenity
the stars that we held onto tightly,
we never let go as the night faded away slowly
leaving us to burn into a pulp of hope and guilt for the very act we had just caused.
the death of something so significant
something greater than death itself
basically it's about how extremely fucked up love can be yet how seriously important it is. Aight, shall hit the sack now dudes and dudettes,adios amigos.