Something Made ..

Colors the shame...
To whoever it might direct to...
With screams and growls...
With those mannequins bleeding through the eyes...
Don't you see that its bothering me...?

Colors to shame...
The sounds of the doubled-rain drops ...
Couldn't see the eyes from the seas of Indonesia...
Even he couldn't sleep in jealousy...
Its hard to take the soul away...
Its just like this place is going down...


If i would drink..
the water will spill out...
I just couldn't get what it is...
This thing inside me plays me out...

I still couldn't figure it out...
When will it stuck there and get out for...?
Deceiving and consuming all these brain juices...
Think and think for nothing...

Those this goes worth while..?
Or does it shapes to a mould where history repeats itself..?
Not like the World Wars..


Mind Block.



Nevermind.








That will be all.
Dismissed...



Khai