happy birthday hafiz.

all the best in whatever you choose to do. (:

tell me.

was it really worth it ?

when we were young.

i'm the boy that sets your girl on fire.

baby girl, are you all alone
mind if i ask your number on the cell phone
you like you're in distress
don't worry, i'm the good guy more or less
your smile makes me weak in my knees
you know for you i'd sail the deepest seas
so if it's alright, may i have this dance
cause i don't wanna miss this chance

you know i want you
still you're playing hard to get
you know i want you
yet you're making me sweat
you know i want you
and i'm all set
you know you want me too
so let's skip to the part where we're in bed

the lights are shining
glistening on your smooth feminine skin
you give me signs, you lead me on
you turn me on
i wanna make you mine
cause you're fine like wine
you've got me intertwined

we'll skip to the part where we're rubbing on each other's skin
this is a game where we both win
by the time tomorrow comes
none of these will mean a thing

happy 17th month anniversary.

welcome back bro.

random.

dear diary.

i miss her.

damnation of the insolent.

beneath the surface

all the subliminal verses

dangerously played out

salvation never near

save your idiosyncrasies for someone else

apocalyptic, the signs are ominous

judgement is coming

"what have you done?"

demons awakened, from the deepest hell

burning hell fire

raging tides of flames

the fire burns your soul

a pretty sight to behold

banished, damned for eternity

"now tell me who do you serve?"

"my soul is yours to command"

open the gates to damnation

prepare for total annihilation

for this will mark the people's extinction

insolent fools

bow down to me

I AM YOUR GOD

cuteness galore.

graduation.

confessions of the foolish one.

people falling in and out of love. a common phenomenon. how many times have you heard the cliched, seemingly overrated line, "i will always love you" ? suddenly, a few days later, someone has a change of heart. the truth then starts to sink in. you're left all alone. terrified, cold and desperate for the warmth of a loved one. you turn to your friends, they don't seem to fully understand your situation.

you feel depressed, void of all emotions. you contemplate suicide. but decide to inflict pain on yourself instead; by cutting your arm. you feel a little better. the pain from cutting yourself relieves you from the emotional pain you're feeling. but it is only temporary. soon you're back to square one.

you then seriously start to think about suicide. thinking of how life would be better off if you weren't living it. you go up to the highest floor of your flat, take one look down and bid farewell to this cruel world. not too long later, you find yourself laying on the ground floor, with your body twisted in weird ways. so, now you're dead. what next ?

i guess it must be pretty awesome for people to remember you as the person who took the easy way out after a setback; at your own funeral. explain that to the people who cared for you. oh, i forgot. you can't, because you're foolish enough to claim your own life.

have fun being dead.

rain on my parade.

you held me close
a game we knew one of us would lose
so beautiful, but untrue
innocently betrayed, beautifully played
a suicide of the heart and everything else
dare you say i'm blessed ?
when all that's left is just a memory of what was not to be

so rain on my parade
a masquerade of broken hearts
pop the champagne
the chandeliers are glowing
let's drink to being unaware
that the stars had already faded away
let it rain, let it pour
this was not what i'd asked for

each letter in this song will set me free
i'll take my own hand
i'll save myself when no one else will

curtain call.

not a day goes by without me thinking of you
it was just me and you on your bedroom floor
you told me of a beautiful fairytale
where i was the moon and you were the sky
now all i've got are blanks which i'm supposed to fill with a verse

so stop,
stop it all
we're never going anywhere with this charade
lies, deceit, the same old story
like a masquerade
so many stories, so little alibis
but at least i tried

stop, drop and roll
you were never in it from the get-go
"let's take things slow"
that all so familiar line
everything was just for show
likke shadow dancing in the hall
you're but a silhouette