slice of life
January 1st 2010

I smell the unpredicted.
If i have the chance i would just bang it
but things are not meant to be now.

I recall my days of salvation
Where i taste the drops of blood
Clean acted.

Where i stand proudly. remorseless.
while they call it mean. inhumane.
Inhale deep the oxygen.

The bodies they have souls.
Them souls taking revenge on me.
They're haunting.
Claiming me to be one of them.

But its not what's stopping me.
I'm not well equipped.
It has to be right or
I'll be jeopardizing people i care.
The vengeance souls they're at wait
on any trace left behind.

This time I'll keep things low.
not even a single movement.
Play along living
as whatever daylight should.

Eros as lack.

It's once said by Aristophanes
that human beings were originally round organism,
each composed of two people joined together
as one perfect sphere.

But the spherical creature
gets too overambitious,
thinking to roll right up to Olympus,
so Zeus chopped each of them in two.

As a result everyone must now
go through life in search
of the one and only other person
who can round him out again.

It's whenever i see you
i see what my self lack of.
Things that been forgotten for years.
Right back when my innocence were taken.

Who am i really
How can i tell

For whenever our eyes met
there's no words left in me.