Rambu-tan

oots...so tired...

just came back home drenched wid sweat...

from soccer...it was fun...=D

my fingers getting sores...probably too much of rubiking le..hahas...

today nth much to blog about...cos mind sleepy...

dun wan to think...will just make it short here...

heres a poem:

title: Despondent Verdigris

a shot rang out.

blood splattered out,

the crimson red slowly draining out of him.

yet he stands there,

benumbed.

anesthetized.

it's becoming part of him.

he played this game,

ignoring what's hurting him.

benumbed.

anesthetized.

Memories slowly drifted back to him.

he shivered,

terrified by them.

as if they were guards of hell trying to take him away.

but those guards,

weirdly,

they give a sense of euphoria.

but deep inside,

cruel, malevolent, demoniacal.

benumbed.

anesthetized.

he shouts out loud.

stentorian it may be,

unheard to others.

he feels free"er"

but at the same time,

ensnared.

benumbed.

anesthetized.

he ran.

reality slowly hits him,

taking away his breath.

he pulled himself up.

he's back to his once self,

despite drugs, beer, schadenfreudes.

the cycle goes on........benumbed, anesthetized.[by rambu-tan]