Alcoholic Anonymous part I

I mean, I am feeling grateful,
Finished The Long Way Down—
The book, like an achievement,
And it doesn't achieve shit
In the real world, in any way.

Tomorrow could be hell,
I think I should stop
Thinking if there is tomorrow,
Which is just two hours away.
I am picking up ex libris
Like embracing my old-flame.

SS2 where the stove has been burning
To fry somebody else's breakfast,
For someone who couldn't sleep—
Who were in their winter phase
And for someone who was still
trying to balance the caffeine intake.

I must have missed my social-poker night,
To toast and to lose some laugh
But then i would reckon,
I'll miss my books very much.

Dear Adversary

I wrote you a note, while listen to Tchaikovsky
While Nyx was in deep thought,
Through her exhausted drag.
Poised with wings, I kept the song unsung.
To tell, you are always on the list;
It would make you so proud –
"But who is Victor?" –I yelled at Latona.
All I have left to do, is to worship you,
bellowing down to earth–
Seeping your nectar.
Poised with wing, I hold your song unsung.

Past Tense

Looking back there are holes
In the sky where you try to remember.
How her voices were fated to be late,
And trying a little bit harder
Everytime to trace the fainted echoes.
How I am not missed by your ghost–
My uttered horrow, when I came clear off the spiral
And see the seperate ways demarcate.
Singing downward the chorus of the muses,
Our dramatis personae is nowhere to be seen.
The frontier where they exchanged fire,
Making sentences we do not understand,
Sure our protaganist is lack in subject matter.

Not a Bright Start

Yes, me too wanted to talk,
and so I might not hear
what everybody else has to say.
That eternal buzzing sound,
still I am lazy to find out
what that noise is all about.
Already cause me a headache,
like a swift kick in the head
absolutely is not a bright way to start.
I stole some chocolate from the fridge
I don't know whose but it's bitter,
then decided to leave my cube.
The moon is low tonight
like how things revolve around
everyone, in the blogsphere.

TV Room

To come back to these cool murderer villain
Whose sideburns also in green colours–
To think about that
And comeback to to the room of wires
And decided not to stay at home.
Set up my head on fire,
And want to run the universe–
Decided to hide, in the gutter
Staring into blank-pages
Into the land of others.
Toying with the idea of unless,
Wanted to cause unrest and disorders,
Because I wanted to take no orders.