just another day

Burn

You pride yourself in being dark,
I do not see the point in that,
Why should everything be black,
When things could be so bright?

The ghost of yesteryears lingers,
Bringing forth everything bitter,
Sapping away all the energy,
From you who was once happy.

The fiery aura diminishes,
Like a ball of fire doused with water,
You call out for someone to save you,
But silence greeted you in response.

You gritted your teeth and hated the world,
You promised you would never care again,
You wished the world would crumble at your feet,
So that you can spit at it and laugh.

If everyone was to feel that way,
The love would dwindle and disappear,
If that is what you seriously hope for,
I shall stand back and see you burn in hell.


It seemed as if it has been a long time since I wrote a poem and I just took up my pencil and started writing. I finished writing it pretty fast so the quality’s not really there but who cares? I certainly don’t.

Nothing much happened really. Most probably I would be getting my haircut tomorrow and also an hour of facial. Yes yes, you must be wondering since when I’m such a vain pot eh? But, my condition was quite serious before so something must be done before my face becomes this breeding place for pimples. And yes, my mum has been fussing so much over my face (buying Chinese herbs to boil and dab them on my face to cool down the inflammation, nagging me to drink more water and sleep early to help reduce the seriousness of my face, etc.) that I almost wanted to scream in frustration but hey, she’s paying for everything so I better keep my mouth shut. Well, all in all I hope my hair turns out alright. *keeps fingers crossed*

All in all, take care y’all! Too lazy to name names but you know who u are! *HUGZ*