InsomniaSleep,it escapes me yet again.Surrounded by people,in a state of sweet slumberor in a fantasy-filled dream.Am I to be left alone yet again?Standing amongst the dead,where only I remain living.Cursed with endless tortured nightsamid the darknesswhich refuses to engulf me.Even if I am to give my very being,I cannot be captured in its presence.Left without a peace of mindand a healthy heart.Ignored and alienated,from a place where I long to be,in that sand-covered dreamland.
::Time::It waits for no oneBelongs to no oneAnd lives for no one...It cannot be controlledCannot do what it is toldAnd is not something one can hold...
..Inochi wa...Life is such a weakened stateWith no words to explain, but a simple debateEach round filled with questions, back to backArguments and words that seem like a war attackNo stops but go's, on all dayDoubts and lies that fill me with dismayDefeaning to the ear and to the mindThe debate that day was all but kindIt left me with questions unanswered, but still..To do it again, I will surely be killed
--Moments of Eternity--If only today could last for eternityI would forever remain blissful and happySince being with you is something I adoreThere can be nothing more that I could ask forEvery moment, I live to the fullestTo it, there is nothing I can contestBecause I yearn only for simple pleasureAnd moments like that, I'll always treasure
.:Imperfection:.I wished I lived in a perfect world,no problems to bring me down.A land without pain or suffering,and where tears and cries mean nothing.Nirvana, Utopia, Paradise;Land of the free and happy,that's all I ever wanted…for the world and for me.Perfection is but a dreamfor it can never come true.War, Terrorism, Hunger and Death…;Constant reminders of what we cannot have.One life for another, death for revenge;Such thoughts are rampant,Impure and UnadulteratedIn a world without perfection.
EmotionsStop the words from speaking,they hurt too much too listen to.Stop the tears from flowing,they aren't meant for you.Stop the clock from spinning,they move too fast for me to heal.Stop the memories from staying,they torture every moment I feel.Stop the heart from loving,they've already been hurt.Stop the emotions from living,cuz all I want is to be inert.
Such are the Ateneo daysSuch are the days that pass me by,Such are the days that make me sigh.Such are the days that make me blue,Such are the days when I think of you.Such are the days that seem too cold,Such are the days that talk of old.Such are the days that I don't care,Such are the days that make me swear.Such are the days that make me laugh,Such are the days spent in the caf.Such are the days that speak of endless torture,Such are the days of blue moon pleasure.Such are the days that college will bring,Such are the days in the end of Spring.Such are the days in the Ateneo,Such are the days of the Fabilioh!