Free Hand

on the alleys:
the republic died
there's just residue
of laughter screaming
on the walls of freedom
flags already burned
voices still on the air
still trying to put
masses on a trance
but they're dead
a long time ago
again newspapers
flying...
some mainstream
whore media

DeTrItUs

Detritus

I was thinking of a vague landscape for a moment crawling on my end
crying driftwoods underneath, masking death: a morbid strike.
My heart is as dark as when time closes it's windows and oceaning
my thoughts with an ink from my past. I don't see no flowers I see
spectres of deception and the lies whenever I sleep on my bed.

It haunts me to the tower, hinterland and layers seeing illusions on
autumn weekend, children laughing at the wasteland of my regrets
which brings light to all the shadows. I'm here trying to empty ocean
with a tablespoon nothing and ageing. I hug insomnia for too long that everytime
I run when there's no escape and I run again and I rea;ize that the world
is a big prison of pop reality and I was controlled while lying to myself
to be happy, and then I unplug myself out of deceit. I'm on different landscape of my alterworld and I can't go back, roads are closed, my inner
self put me here so I can suffer the pain of waking up. I wish I can go back, I wish I can still laugh at things and do something for nothing but it's too late now. I'm on a warpath for truth and be a lunatic on the insane world which we are operated by alarms and beeps. I wish I'm normal but that means I have to go back to sleep again and be a puppet while the ventriloquist kills me slowly. Not anymore.

existence #1: experimental dummy thrown on the galaxies sees the beauty of the stars and he ended up crashing on the asteroids, he experience solitude for eight seconds before the experimental ending impact

i'm isolation
i'm insignificant
i'm non believer
i'm just a number
i'm one dodging glances
but if i'm happy
i'm non of above

Us

waiting for the day to end
kiss of blood on her forehead
i lay down and watch her;
consumed by chemical
citrus sucking sunlight
i see her burn
i see my hometown engulfed
with magnesium
white indistinct pure lie
feeds the head of the living
of mainstream and icons
i watch her ashes flew
of the faces of ignorants
while the demigods
continues shuffling
our lives...

Hole (Pt.1)

There is no sunshine it is replaced by multicolored neon lights that promises happiness, broken smile for lonely people, they left me here wondering how will i get inside the womb, how will I met people at one night and after that they just vanish in my memory, sometimes people will get pissed at me wondering why I don't have emotions for their own drama, sometimes I fake it especially to people who wears a mask just to hide their true colors and motives, I easily catch these kind of people but I still act normal pretend that this wasn't really happening, pretend that the world I live is perfect, pretend to smile at the camera and then I was standing here in this alley and all the memories back home just reflects on those flashing lights, my heart beats faster than usual, and I close my eyes and I just think that I wasn't there and.....I live in the world of lies

Droplets

i see it coming
i see it coming
woman and children pass
let the children pass
let the children pass
i'll see it till my head
explodes
this is happening
happening, rewinding
here i am
control me once again
here i am cast
that spell again
towers, stars and pyramid
inverted
this is happening
happening
all the souls dropping
keep it coming
vanish and spread
on the pavement
i'm drowning
drowning
on slumber.

i fake

pain is not affecting
only addicting
greenbox..
wild chanting
epileptic consuming nonsense
my lungs
is
iron-made
ego,
manhood on quagmire
slowburning
life sentence
of
pleasure chemicals
i puff
whenever
i don't fear
of dying
really