Yes, in my drugged state of taking at least 4 Panadol Cold Pills (which do not work by the way...) a song/poem/paragraphs full of rubbish have surfaced... Like finding a non-toxicated fish in the Singapore River...
Deluded into your dangerous comfort,
into your bed of lies...
tied down by your empty promises
and stimulated by fantasies
that will never be...I've tread down that path before
I know I should ignore all that sweet nothings
whispers of a simple life come from a complicated source
I wish that i could be a simple source...You're like a nightmare that revealed all my dark secrets.
You're also like a dream where secrets are implored.
You're like a vampire in the night that comes and takes me...
away from petty troubles but leave me lifeless and dead.Playing with fire has never been part of my plan..
But lately I have thrown away the map to life
the worried smiles,
the faded laughter,
the contented sigh,
realisation after
I make you leave.
i don't really know if its goin out to anyone in particular~
