“I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.”
— Patrick Bateman
It's flooding
All over
Everywhere
The city's sinking
I'm drowning
Helpless
Waiting
For the waves
To calm down
Before you
I was terrified of this world
looking at those Shadows
Spreading on this earth
You tilted my head upward
showed me the stars
And I stopped shuddering in the dark
You told me
any of them could be mine
The thought made me smile
I wandered around at nights
Looking for that tiny light
That would feel just right
Just mine
And I finally found it
Not up above, in the skies
But around me
Among the fireflies.
It's so ironic that we ourselves created a world we want to escape every waking moment.
[a better place]
I like it here
I like the tranquility
The soft glow of moon
And the hidden reality
I like the coolness of
Passing breeze on my skin
And the sound of leaves
Dancing along with it
I like the stars in this world
They don't mock me
Glancing down from their heaven
Here, they watch me
With a knowing smile
As if something good is to happen.
I like this place
I just don't know
How to hold onto it.
let's kill all the clocks...
Let's kill all the clocks
Let's forget rights and wrongs
And steal the wings of breeze
So we can fly over the tides
Till we reach the horizon
Where the sun kisses the ocean
While the earth spins around
We'll be away from that crowd
Snuggling close together
On the clouds that hold water
Let's kill all the clocks
So the picture can live in the frame forever
Isn't life a little strange?
We all know how it begins and ends
But we still want to live through it
Is it because how we live matter
Or 'cause that's the only thing in our hands?
Or maybe it does matter
Not for us
But for the people of the future
We all know that
The epilogue has already been written
But wouldn't it be a victory for us
If on our way, we could make the path
A little less hard
A little more clear
Not for us
But for the people of the future
Close your eyes
Cover your ears
Shut your mouth
What’s happening isn’t happening.
Come on, throw away your conscience;
It’s not going to win you a lottery.
It wasn’t you who commited the crime,
Then Why should you feel guilty?
Convince yourself it’s not your fault,
You are not to blame.
Just an innocent bystander, right?
You just happened to be there;
You watched the scene unfold.
Even though you could have stopped it,
you just stood there and let it go on,
shook your head and said, “what a terrible fate!”
And went on with your day,
Thinking you’re not in the wrong.
But let me tell you one thing,
By closing your eyes,
when you see something evil,
By covering your ears,
When you hear something wrong,
By shutting your mouth,
When you could have spoken up,
You are not being wise but selfish.
You’re as much guilty for not stopping it
as the hands of the person for doing it.
So don’t think you’re not in the wrong,
‘cause innocent bystander is just an oxymoron.
You remember that day, I saw you in the park?
You were sitting on a swing with a little girl on your lap. A goofy smile was plastered on your face, so real that it burned my heart. I know, you sensed me watching you as you abruptly looked my way.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I looked away before you caught my eyes. I'm sorry that for a little while, it dimmed your charming smile.
The truth is that I'm jealous. Jealous of the way you embrace life, when I feel so burdened by it. Jealous of how brave you must be, to be able to smile in a world like this. You seem to have mastered the art of living while I'm still figuring out its meaning.