Rain

We are lives within one life
A beginning & an end
Death is a friend atau a fiend
Life can be dark and cold as the deepest depth of the mighty oceans
And dangerous as a threatened serigala, wolf in her forest.

Our minds are the blessing of a curse

What is real?
Do we feel?
Are we drones of our own creations?
An end shall come to this nation
A new age is drawing near
The old ones will die
Perhaps in vain atau insane
Its death will deliver our rebirth
Of illumination
The extinction of the selfish & violent ones will meterai our survival
The future is our revival

when anda wish upon a star
it doesn't matter where anda are.
two stargazers, up at night,
seem close beneath the faint starlight.

angkasa makes miles seem quite small
​​​​when light-years stretch between it all;
but distance is hard to breach,
thus putting anda just out of reach.

til the land touches the sky,
we still remain just you and i...
but for tonight we can be,
just wish upon a bintang with me.





~an original poem sejak me~

~check out lebih of my puisi and Penulisan at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~

CARNIVAL
OF
RUST

do anda breathe the name
of your saviour in your jam of need
and taste the blame
if the flavour should remind anda of greed
of implication, insinuation and ill will
till' anda cannot lie still
in all this turmoil
before red cape and foil
come closing in for a kill

come feed the rain
’cause i'm thirsty for your Cinta
dancing underneath the skies of lust
yeah, feed the rain
’cause without your Cinta my life
ain't nothing but this carnival of rust

it's all a game, avoiding failure
when true Warna will bleed
all in the name of misbehaviour
and the things we don't need
i lust for after no disaster can touch
touch us anymore
and lebih than ever
i hope to never fall, where enough
is not the same it was before

don't walk away, don't walk away
when the world is burning
don't walk away, don't walk away
when my hati, tengah-tengah is yearning

As the present goes on and the past follows behind
I long for the unexpected future in which I hope
That my life will be better is what I wish in my mind
Even though I wish for the future now
But I must ask myself
Will I want my future when it comes and how
When it comes will I long for the unexpected
These soalan are but shall be awnsered in time
Keep the past gone and keep the future just that
A time unkown and knowing it should be a crime
For we should wait and see what happens
For if we know we could alter our fate






The End

By Alucard Steiner
___________________

The river to hell,
The river to eternity,
The river to pain,
The river to beginning,
With the ferryman's bot made of bones.
The water of flames that look so cold.
The moans of pain, which you'll soon join.
The wicked laugh of the ferryman, who knows of your eternity.
The howls of a beast, that makes warriors flee.
The river to the end,
The river to the beginning,
The river of blood, this river of pain,
leads anda to the dog, the beast in chains.
The river moves slow, pulling anda deeper in.
The end of anda life opens the gates of hell.
To flow down the river of Styx,
This will be your own personal hell.
anda wish for safety, but anda meet the beast.
The dog of three heads, that brings anda to your knees.
anda desire to run, but anda can never flee.
The bot floats through the gate, to the beginning to your eternity.
Your eternity that ended,
At the river of Styx.
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When the world is silent and the tears float in midair, what crisis has befallen us?
I lie awake thinking.
Where is the better tomorrow?
Why do we always find it at an instant too late?
How is it that the earth can misjudge it's caretaker's so carelessly?
Due to days like this, I can see now why Pandora shut the box.
It's a macabre assult we have just trying to live through one day.
Every jam is as excrutiating as the second.
All of the dances, composed sejak life and death, are filled with taunting, torturous reminders of what is yet to come.
We can't all catch a lucky break, we can only grin and menanggung, bear it.
There is a black awan which coveres the already shrouded eyes of our madness.
Will I be able to see that tomorrow when all hope is gone and no one will hold out a hand for me?

Nameless fear
Penetrates
At the core
Of my wounded heart,
Swallowing
These tears
Of my pahit decline.
I reach to touch
Your atrocity
Once again,
Feeding this nameless fear
That pervade my weakened body;
Elaborating agitation
As intense as
Masochistic orgasm;
Pulling me down
Into my deepest despair,
With those eyes of pure lust
anda make me kneel
Before ominous desires of thine,
Lurking this prey
Before your very eyes,
Penetrating
As gentle as
Incoming dawn;
Burning at my torrid skin,
anda would Cinta to
Tear me open,
Leaving me down
With my bleeding heart,
anda walk away
For aye vile.

This is a poem that i wrote. I was bored and tired of being treated different just 'cause i like being myself and not someone else. Anyways heres it is:


just because i look away,
doesn't mean i don't care
just because anda don't see me crying,
doesn't mean i'm heartless.
just because i'm usual alone
doesn't mean i'm lonely.

i look away when something i see bothers me.
i cry when i'm alone,its not a weakness but what makes me strong
i'm alone when i don't want to be like you.

just because i dress different
doesn't mean i'm completely different from you
just because i act strange sometimes
doesn't mean i crave attention

i dress different to be unique,
i act strange to not fit in.

just because i dress different, sit and cry alone, and acts strange
does it mean im not like you?
no it just means i don't want to be perfect,
i don't want to be, what anda call 'normal'
it means that i'd rather be an individual.