Immortal

Next chapter of our lives after new years


Why bother to be an immortal when you could be either heroine or suicider...
And suddenly, all cheers become faint and all laughs become tears...
We can run, isolating ourselves and trying to be immortal in our bunker cave !
We can kill our spiders of fears in our own desolation bed of nails,
And we can burn all states on the map hanging on wall from Berlin to Chile !
But we all knew that summer is really really gone and losing our religion is not
everybody's important issue right now ! It's the dead that walks, destructions...

Nobody's perfect, even now and as I chanting my favorite song Hold me through the night,
As the breezing summer's rain radiating the flashy memories of my once precious life
Frasing melodies with all my dark pasts, I rememebering why am I here...
I'm running from my chasers, a band of angry mobsters !
As the zombie scratch becomes a wound that infecting me,
And I'm weaker and weaker every day every minutes every seconds !

Here I am hiding like a mole, no more strength, only my will to survival ...
Yes, my dear - summer definitely has gone ! And dark horizon brings something
uglier than only just an outbreak of this tormenting centuries...
You would love to pressing the back button, I pressumed ...
It feels like the season of the witch hunts, worsen than hell down below !

Blaming the moon for not shining, blaming the rain cause it's never stop fallling
Blaming the immortality and the zombie, blaming myself for not killing me !


Tawau, January 3rd 2011