Scar Tissue

She was born pure and simple
Brought into the world so innocent, so delicate
She looked around, desiring knowledge
Yet fascinated only to the unthinkable

And down the pike, she became repulsive
Does not recognise happiness
Though to most, she seems content, calm, at ease

Yet she felt only soreness
The deeper she gazed into her own eyes,
She somehow sees only resentment

She can be high-strung
But often overshadowed by melancholia - her own gloom, the blue devils
Until she reached her depths

Tight-lipped, tongue-tied, close-mouthed, not even murmurs
The girl with the frown would only shrug
And later cut deep into her own skin

And the art on her body were not just scars
The masterpiece placed close to her wrists indicates the end of her war
"Forever fighting a battle," she said. "And the demons have won."

The razor was her paintbrush
Her body was the canvas
But her masterpieces were never on display
Only when she died today

-PRK-

I'll Have You Know

There are nights that I wish I didn't miss you
And there'll be nights that I wish I didn't see you
Passing by the lot like I never really knew you
It isn't about the touch but the memories we made, boo
There were nights that I'd wait for your calls
And when the phone don't ring, I'd slowly drown in my squalls
Sometimes the awful silence seems louder than our brawls
But these are the nights that explains it all
With every note that changes in every song
And as the pages change too, everything seems wrong
Did we fall out of love, or has it been too long?
Has it been long enough to rewrite the song?
Now don't sweat it, hun, I've seen the real you
I guess you're dealing with a lot of things I went through
But I'm sure it's more than just a hairdo
More than just another weekend you have to get through
You could be right, but I don't take excuses
You're telling me that I'm losing all my focus
The fact of the matter is, you're losing your muses
I'll have you know what an actual truce is

-PRK-

The Morning After

I went to bed last night, realising how noisy my quiet world is
I could hear the spiders spinning their webs
I could hear the moth flying through my bathroom window
The clouds crashing into one another
The stars moving around
I usually can't hear all this
Now I'm asking myself some questions
Are your choices being frowned upon?
Is your memory space getting smaller?
Are you waking up with a numb arm?
Is the last slice of pizza yours?
Are you repeating yourself regularly?
Questions after questions
Is the room temperature okay for you?
It never ends
Until the morning after

-PRK-

Kosong

Umpama botol kosong ku hanyut ke laut
Di persisiran pantai aku terkandas
Dan di saat itu matahari terbenam
Aku dibawa berbicara oleh arus deras
Kemudiannya aku terasa berat, aku kehilangan
Aku tenggelam ke dasar laut, mulai terasa kegelapan
Detik pun berlalu dan aku mula terasa sejuk
Seram dan dingin kerna semakin lama semakin sunyi
Dan di sini aku sendiri cuba memahami
Ke mana aku harus pergi
Aku cuma mampu menanti dan menghitung hari
Sampai masanya nanti aku akan faham juga
Tidak mungkin di sini sahaja aku akan disembunyi
Tidak mungkin aku akan kekal kosong selamanya
Aku percaya arus deras itu nanti akan kembali
Dan persoalannya bukan lah bila
Tetapi kenapa dan kemana

-PRK-

Then... She Cried

She gave it a whirl
Ignored the whole world
In bed when she breathe
She would grit her teeth
Anxious maybe
But definitely heavy
The way she thinks
The way she drinks
And she did feel empty
She did miss him crazy
Yet she felt the sorrow
When she visualize her tomorrow
He came with class
With ice cubes in his glass
She was just a girl
With plans in a twirl
As much as it hurts
She needed the perch
She needed to find herself
Before it strikes twelve
She wasn't Cinderella
Nor did she need an umbrella
She's strong and she tried
But then... She cried

-PRK-