Whose flesh is on her body

Taste perfect and holy

His hair brushes upon her breast

Those beautiful eyes starts to hypnotize

A lustful grin and fast heartbeat on his chest

The heat on his skin, the cruel of this sin are started to impress

His sweet and wild lips wonder all over her skin

Create goosebumps and a joy feel

Forget about hell and the stupid fire

Burning their body in a wild desire

Ignore about a tenet

Disregard within the law of human and god

And begin to hear the moan of the god

A godspell

This is the time you must not forget

When Jesus begged for her touch

When the Christ throwed his bible for her virgin body

When the Messiah teared up the truth and tainted the holy

This is his sin

But this is also his Godspell to begin

Dear soul, how long have you been starving?

Keep flying on the sky

Like a little baby on his sleep

Touching star and dancing like an insane

Rolling up your hair and put up on high heels

Fill your head with dope and got a high hope

Putting a thread on a needle

Sewing your heart back to your hollow chest

Pouring your blood back into your mind

Cracking your bone and left it outside

And burn the rest

This is my last words

Carved on your skin

As a tattoo of my gospel

Stays immortal like a blue sky

Baby, I won’t let the devil touch your skin

It is all mine

I am going down and I got lost

I don’t even have time to see the disaster

I am just gonna kiss you and left

Before sun hugs the night sky

I will be on the gate of hell

Trick the heart to burn as the head turn back to death

This is the last time

And the devil would lost his throne

I am alive

I am still breathing

And this is my reign

Don’t hide under your pillow

Because I would find your pain

Tear it apart and set it free

I will throw you back to heaven

And don’t worry about underneath

Because hell is on my reign

And the devil would never be free

-Anna-

My love, I have never intended to hurt your beautiful heart. You are the first I always think when I open my eyes in the morning. And always be the story I always hear when I am going to sleep. There are always time when my words become a knife to your heart. Stab it, over and over. And that words always make me scare to face my self. I am a jerk and bunch of stupid drama who tried to love your sincere soul. 

This year has been the best time of my life. When I finally met a smile I always bring to my sleep, a giggle I always hear over and over again, and a heart that I always afraid to broke. 

But what could I do, I am just a dark soul and a dust from hell. Who always destroy every good living. Who always broke every love I tried to take care of. I am born devil and have all the sign of bad things. 

Thats why I always scared when I begin to feel happy. In my heart, if you could call it heart, I know I bring no good to others. And what I regret the most is when the dark side of mine hurt you. 

You are the best man I have ever met. You don't deserve a being who always try to paint a scar on your heart. It hurts to say the words I am going to write. But that's not matter, my soul would die after you leave. You are the best and you deserve the best. A woman who could paint a rainbow in your morning. An angel who sing you a beauty beats. And a lady who can take care of your heart. 

Baby, I wish you have a good night and a sunny day. The star will always be with you. And the sun will guide you. I love you and will always be. 

24 hours I saw the sun a day

But the dark hugged me a second longer

How come I draw rainbow when I am colorblind

I hope for some warm in the huffing of wind

Even the snow falls into my mind

Create storm

Change white into grey

There comes a smile

But I saw a mask of lie

Like a shadow of the storm

In the middle of summertime

Hard to find for the blind

Impossible thing for anyone who hug the warm

This is not about time and will to fly

Or a quick love that comes by

Because they put snow in a fire

Disguise their lie into some manner

They don’t have wings to fly

And they said they could touch the sky

Talking to the stars

While they are just sitting on the bar

They draw color for colorblind

They talk about warm while blowing the wind

They create storm in summertime

And of course they don’t call it lie

These are just some words to play

They spread beautiful words from ear to ear

And make deal with pain and death

For every soul they get

For every tears they wipe

For every glass they break

For every lie they sold

They claimed the night and dress all black

While they kill the light and disguise into bright

They are no saint

But people call them saint

After they put a fake halo on their head

Suddenly the snake become a lamb

And the devil hides behind an angel figure

But open your eyes

Feel the night and talk silently to the night

Take a sight of the fake light

Close your eyes and talk to God

Then you’d see their horn

You’d know they are friend of the dark

Then you’d know to not bow to the night

And step away from the snake

Listen to your heart

And don’t ever turn your head into the night

Because they were born to lie

January 25, 2017

My hand went through the dusty bookshelf

Touching every bundle with smile

Then my finger pulls my highschool memories

Turn the brown pages gently

Don’t wanna make this broken

I was a rebel with a duckhead

An expert cheater who just care for literary class

Hide behind beautiful words to make up lies

Then I found another memory

A musical finger on a guitar

A lonely soul but a lovely brother

A boy who knows my flaws

A dream I never had

I was a purple on sunlight

I become the one who tap his head

And arms when he needs a hug

Went through hell when he started to fall in love

Cried when he cried

And cried when he didn’t cry

But this was highschool

When my head dreamt about those brown eyes

A mindless dreaming when he said “I love you”

A wishful thinking like saturated sunlight

He was like summer in northpole

I turn the pages and saw that smile

The smile I never had

He hugged me, but that was not the hug I hope

I wiped his tears but I hate the way he looked at me

Those eyes told me, “You are my bestfriend.”

While my heart hoped a love sight

He was different

He never throws a line

Because we walked on different line

I was lilac while he was blue

He was my dream

While I was just some extras in his movie

I close the old pages

It came to the end

Everything was blue

It was always you, my friend

I close my eyes and smile

“I was in love with my bestfriend.”

-F-

It was sixty years ago

When the desert was an ocean

The mockingbird was still singing a rhyme

And the sky was painted blue

A paper full of night and sky

Burned by fire from the seventh hell

But the earth was still blue

The angel turned to be a devil

But still shine with their halos

It was always at the end of the day

When the Milky Way lost his light

And become a creepy rock cluster

Without a name, without a fame

It full of dark but still warm by sunlight

Feel the peace of graveyard

But still in pain of death

Turned every human into a lifeless corpse

Let the soul go and never let them back home

Couldn’t stay on the ground again

Even the gravity turned into black

Let everything flies and lose into nothing

Try to keep sane with drugs

But even the wise become lunatic

Questioning mass and space

Crying over a shadow

And dream about suicide

It was sixty years ago

When her life came to the end

Froze the heart

But her body kept the blood flows

And trap her mind into paranoia

-Anna-

He is no angel

He has never been an angel

He just got ink

But don’t judge him!

He suits to be a villain

He suits to have black wings

When you saw him you’ll lose will to sing

But don’t judge him!

He is the man with tattoos

He challenges taboo

But don’t judge him!

His body is a canvas

With a lot of beautiful paintings

God made him as an artist not a villain

The world calls him as the night

Because

“He can’t be a daylight!” they said

Don’t judge him!

He got ink on his body

But he is not bad thing

He painted his skin

But he still smiles for everything

He looks different

But he takes a good care of his daughter

He may be strange

But he is always caring

So

Yes, he painted his skin

Yes, he looks like villain

But he got a good heart

And he is a good dad

He is always be a good man

My man

-Anna-

January 24, 2017

I post it in my blog too :

https://nadhirulmaghfiroh.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/my-tattooed-man/

Again, I fall in love with the night

And not give a damn to the light

I sacrifice my eyes to the dark

I fly up to the sky through the twilight

Then I am drowning 

In the blue ocean floor

In the deep of sorrow

In the middle of the night

I betrayed and was betrayed

I loose my sight

Like a worm inside a little flat

Like a demon inside a paradise

This is not what I asked

This is just the dark

Inside my heart