She crawls into an empty box
It offers solidute and comfort
She hugs her knees and peers outside
Her eye lids never closes
She is tired, and wants to rest.

She took a knife from behind her back
And slices it through her neck
She feels her warm blood flowing down
her body as her eyes look up towards her
own soul. She looks at herself down below
and waves good bye to her body. She travels
into the light and sees her long lost brother.

He smiles at her and offers a hand, they
run together across the fields. Their fond times
drift back into her memory, and she knew that he was waiting.

She had longed so much to join him in the skies, where they could dance all day in the rainbows. There was no end to their happiness and joy, she had always loved him, and now, they can be happily together forever in eternal bliss.

I am a sinner.

I sin when i eat
chocolates

I sin at night
drinking

I sin with my lips
lying

I am a sinner
You are one too.

How does a crimson tear taste
In the deep blue ocean?

How does the mud feels
When you land down on it?

How does the cradle feels
When you fall asleep to a lullaby

How does a green ocean look
With blue lands and orange trees

What do you feel
When you had your first kiss

When does this end
When it is limitless?

A tiny dot grows

bigger and bigger

till it becomes a full circle

a black pit of darkness

that opens up

and you fall

deeper and deeper

you can only see darkness

you cannot feel your body

as you fall down, and down

till you start floating

in the vast emptiness

there is nothing, but you.

The little dark ones jump around in delight
Clinging onto every thing they could find
“Come and join us in the merry parade!
We will drink and dance in the fires.”

Their slithering forked tails
and evil dark eyes peering out
Uh no, they are the devil in disguise!

Their horns don’t deny, they chase the weak and feeble!
Whispering intentions into their ears, whispering misdeeds to be done!
They chomp greedily onto their host’s flesh, like a parasite
Stronger and stronger they grow, now the minion is a monster!

The monster takes control of the host’s body
Controlling their every movement every step,
Their karmic retributions grow more and more
The devil is born, and has to suffer in hell when the hollow shell is decayed.

She lives in the night

Her endless thirst for blood, the need for speed.

She is unable to contain her hunger… her thirst

For more. and more. and more. Blood.

She strikes under the full moon

Blood splattering across the walls

As she wield a knife in her hands

The warm oozing reddish liquid dripping

from the sliced throat of a frozen body

She prepares to consume her meal by

licking up the fresh dripping blood from

The slit throat of her victim.

An insatiable desire to suck his blood dry

As it drips out of the slitted line.

She finishes her meal and speeds into the night

Before dusk.

A hidden cove of treasures

That no one found

Till now…

It sparkles

Under the dim lit skies

A tiny gem

That was never polished

You picked it up

And waited

And waited…

For it to reveal

its secrets

That lies within the hidden cove of treasures.

The glass was sent shattering onto the floor. Fresh blood stains were dripping across the walls. She cuddled up at the far end of the room and buried her head in her knees. More items were sent crashing onto the floor, splitting in a thousand broken pieces.

Somehow she always felt that her heart had stopped beating a long time ago. She felt numb to everything that happened around her, her eyes were in a fixed daze and nothing seems to move. She wanted to feel again, but an invisible barrier blocked her from any form of emotions.

She jerked out of the nightmare and opened her eyes. She tried to adjust her eyesight to the darkness before reaching out to turn on the lamp shade at the side of her bed. “Its just a dream…” She consoled herself. She took a few deep breath, it felt like everything had happened for real. She took out her pills from the drawer with her shaky hands and swallowed them hastily.

She got up from her bed and went onto the computer. “5.00 A.M” She checked the time. It was always the this time when she would wake up from her sleep. She did not understood why but continued doing her work when everyone else was asleep. She felt safer that way, she felt safer to sleep when the sun was up. She was practically living like a vampire, except that she doesn’t drink blood.

Sulky little cat, licking its paws
Not giving a glance, a spoilt kitty it is

It pounces on the table and knocks off the lamp
it succuries out into the door before it is caught

Adorable little cat, looking up with big round eyes
An innocent reflection of a child, so huggable

It curls up in a ball to sleep in a soft basket
What a lovable kitty cat it is.

If i am losing touch of myself
Then what i am isn’t who i am

What i am displaying is artificial
Flavoured, coloured and packaged
On the supermarket shelves like all
the other products in the market
whereby people will come and pick
and choose which they would like
to purchase home with the amount
of money they have in their pockets
before consuming it when they are
hungry.