"I have become

The invisible words

That you'd trashed in the air

VANISHED

Unnoticed by no one

But me"

I wonder whether you can bear to hear the sounds of my heart ripped apart...

"There's a demon

In the calmness of my heart

A master of disguise

Hiding the darkest plot

Lurking in silent

Searching and waiting

For another demon

A playdate that live in the darken abyss

The one that plays well

The one that wear an invisible skin

So good at disguising

I am the master

Waiting for the perfect match

A demon that dance well

With me"

I always thought you're the one

The demon I'm waiting

A playdate for a lifetime

But you're too good at disguising

Leaving me with the circumstances

That I've never seen, coming

"There were things

That can never be spelled

There were things

I'm dying to tell

Too scared I am

Of this chipped, heart

To endure another break

So I sewed my lips

But my faltered voice slipped

Becoming ink

As it paints my thoughts

In silent

Yet I hear a scream so loud

Invading what's shouldn't"

There were invaluable life

That doesn't deserve to be part of your life... ME

"The aroma of coffee...

Blank diary awaits

The spinning fan

And the ticking clock on the wall

As the rain falls down

SILENT. SERENE... THE LOUDEST SCREAM

That regular rhythm

That common music

The epitome of loneliness

Before you ever come

Or even after you've gone

And the following day"

I wonder why being myself become the thing that you hate when you asked me to turn away from being... me. Am I happy for not being myself?

"A small pizza on a plate...

While your lips

Tasting the love

That I've made

Now, just a fond memory...

Littered in my thoughts"

I used to look at my morning

In your smile...

That moment, you've longed forgotten

"Not loved by you

Is somehow a raw experience

Even if I have stood the same

Numerous times...

Before you

But not loved by you

Is indeed a naked experience

Like a dream without a story

An eerie feeling that slipped in

As the sudden realization hit me...

Am I now just a carcass?

Rotten in your memories

And soon fade"

While the fact gives you, your life

... somehow, I am dying in my aloneness

"Rainy day...

An empty bookstore

The moment...

I'm drowning in the sea of pages

As the flipping sounds

become a classical music

like Bach and Beethoven

or simply...

Here I am,

Overthrown into the oblivion

of imaginations; running wild within me

Flying like Mr. Pan

Rainy day...

An empty bookstore...

The smell of crisp pages

An accent of desire

So alluring...

So tempting..."

...within those quiet moment, I found you in me.

You've become the words I've read.

The dark ink that become my eyes.