Monday, 11 July 2011

What Sarah Said

And it came to me then
That every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth
I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes around and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die

So who's going to watch you die
So who's going to watch you die
So who's going to watch you die

Monday, 4 July 2011

the last goodbye.

The last goodbye. -KTM Tanjong Pagar, singapore-

They say it's easy to identify people who will be crossing the afterlife within 100 days. Just look them in the eye.

You'll know because you are not looking at a mirror anymore.

.unnecessary people cried.
.unreasonable reason to be sad.

.the mother of all hypocrisy.

and also it's amazing to see how people brag talk about themselves by using death as a catalyst.

nonsense