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-

Bebas

Soalan ku masih yang sama
Sentiasa berkaitan dengan ertinya cinta
Kerna aku sering dihantui dan sering dipermainkan
Oleh igauan usang
Seperti mereka, aku juga ingin bahagia
Seperti mereka, aku juga ingin meneroka dunia
Akan tetapi, aku sudah penat menanti
Semakin lesu, semakin segan dengan fantasi
Aku tarik nafasku
Dan aku yakin ini haluan yang harus kurentas
Yang harus ku tinggalkan agar aku bebas
Bebas kah?
Jawapannya hanya pada diriku
Setelah aku rentasi hutan dan jalan berliku itu

-PRK-

Vessels In Line

So I found myself turning to pot likker
Not once, not twice, and the standard is gold, not silver
It's always a new taste, a new mix, a new remedy
For the same wound, the same scar, the same tragedy
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked myself
But there's never an answer better than the top shelf
The vessels are there, I never meant to have them
They keep flowing and I'm too weak to stop them
If I could let it go, I wouldn't turn to one
But I need to stay high to not think of you even once
What have you done?
No. Sorry, what have I done?
It was served on ice and garnished with pineapple
It was cold, it was sweet, it was everybody's pleasure in quadruple
They looked happy and so I thought I would too
But when the hangover begins, I began to miss you
At least I thought I was missing you
Or was I trying to be you?

-PRK-

Thus Spoke The Bumblebee

I made my way into the woods
Only to realize the buzzing pack behind me
Watching and reading my every moves
Undressed my strategies
My muscles were jaded then broke lose
I tried to catch my breath, panting uneasy
Charging forth, wasted my youth
Thus spoke the bumblebee

-PRK-

Comatose

Puffed a bit of ganja for I was quite curious
Then I imagined a panorama of God getting furious
For I have caused a propaganda in my mind; so glorious
After I wrote a little saga of a blind and a dubious
When the raga was playing so lustrous and melodious
About a drama with a chapter of a tantra so mysterious
Skin to skin, pant after pant, nothing skipped notorious
Like karma in the plaza making things so atrocious
And there was a mantra of love making me envious
Indeed only a Java can hype me to my wakefulness
For this sonata of a ganja is drowning me to my helplessness
For the Jasper has no whip to lather my loneliness
And I'm still searching for that mysterious voices
Those which I only hear under such influences
So I puffed another roll of that sweet seductress
To go back to where that mantra guide me through the darkness

-PRK-