2008/09/20
Perhaps its a quiet discussion about certain issues with friends who'd drop by to do some assignment for the Army, perhaps its the fact that everytime I read about you, to only find that you are doing so well, enjoying life to the fullest, and being the person that I'd dreamt that I'd fall in love with, that I go to sleep every night knowing that I've made the right choice back then to let you dazzle the world with what you've got.
I'm a deluded fool, yes I know. But just in case, you ever drop by and ever see this?
My heart stopped, that day 2 years back.
I've tried to keep it inside me, hiding it away, pretending that hope was still there. Maybe I'm touched by the many stories of other people I've heard, maybe I'm stupid. Still, there are far more people who've done greater things than I have. Still, I feel and think that I am unworthy. Maybe I really am.
Till the day I find enough courage, and a degree of foolhardiness, to tell you what I've said back then; I hope you are still that blessed in everything that you do.
-ashhao
recorded on 9/20/2008 10:14:00 PM
2008/09/05
Inspiration from a source most unexcepted : A simple doodle during a boring lecture that resulted in the verses.
Damned
-ashhao
On this pair of blood-stained wings;
Wings; cut from a being
Neither man nor beast,
Neither fiend nor angel.
Bearing the most unholy resemblance,
Yet still alluring to all.
The promises of freedom,
Justice, providence,
Destiny, even legend;
Weaknesses that man have fought to overcome for eons.
Once you've made that fatal choice,
And touched that cursed wing; it roots itself into your body,
The very stories of its previous masters searing through your soul.
It commands you; your very mortal soul,
To fly towards a heaven that it was barred from;
Denied from.
The curse was absolute: It shall never see the silver lights of the city above.
Dropping down to this damned Earth,
Cursing, shouting,
Words of a language unknwon.
Screaming for them to do their worst to you.
With the last ounce of purity,
Left in the heart of hearts,
You summon your last breathe,
To tear out :
The cursed wings of Lucifer.
recorded on 9/05/2008 12:58:00 PM
