Requiem for Dakness

My life stretches before me
An arid wasteland
All alone I stand here
Among mountains of sand

My cold heard beats in mine bosom
Hard as stone, closed to the world,
As I stand alone in this sea of sorrow
Shedding tears of dust

Each breath is laboured
Every step heavier than the last
My mind reminisces about joys once savoured
Yet I am lost in infinite coldness

I yearn for joy, I yearn for love,
I yearn for sorrow, I yearn for pain
I yearn for emotion, something I lost somewhere along,
Nay, for sooth, I threw it away.

After all, I reasoned, who needs emotion?
Love hurts all within its grasp
Anger consumes you like a flame
Regret haunts you ‘til the last of your days
Emotion is a useless thing
Something better to have kept away.

But lo! I beseech you, follow not in mine footsteps
For no longer can I savour the sweet taste
Of love, comradeship, all things good,
Nor can I weep, weep tears of sorrow
(heartfelt or otherwise)
For what I have yearned for, I have become,
A cold emotionless monster.

Alas, for now it is far too late for me to change
For I now stand alone; all have passed me by
Too late for me perhaps, but not for you!
Live your life, live it through,
Be not like me, able to do naught but shed tears of dust,
A cold emotionless monster,

WARNING:

The misanthropes are putting KFC buckets on their heads and are trying to take over the world!

They are joined by all the geeks who sit in front of their books for 20 hours a day, and still manage to flunk!

They're DANGEROUS! What if you catch the study bug? Worse, what if you become one of THEM? You become slimy, sprout freckles and pimples, become squint eyed, start stuttering, and carry a calculator where ever you go...

So RUN! Run for your lives! Save humanity! And while you're at it, don't forget, an apple a day keeps shinigami from doing handstands...:P

Heh...well, it's been a long time since I've posted here, and lots have things have changed since then.

• I'm no longer in Akshar, the school I grew up in, and spent the last 9 years of my life. Now I'm in the Heritage School. I'm lucky in a way. I found new friends there. Good friends. Which is why I bother going to school, for I certainly have no love for the school itself, which can collapse into a heap of rubble for all I care.

• I'm a year older, and I'm no longer obsessed with "goth" and "satanism" and all the other bullshit I was so inclined towards earlier. There's no need to slash yourself over what OTHER people think. You live for yourself, you are your own God. Nothing less, nothing more. And I've tried changing from the moody, sadistic person who definitely couldn't have been much fun to hang around with. Some habits are harder to get rid of, and they plague me still, but this is a start, and it sure as hell beats staying the same.

• And hell, now I'm actually part of a band! I'm the bassist...man I LOVE that instrument! And if we find ourselves a decent singer who can sing the songs we want to play, we'll actually be a really good band! Considering how we first started off around 7-8 months ago, we're a completely different band. We've picked up a whole lot of really cool songs, which, if we're ever allowed to play them, and the singer can pick 'em up, would win us quite a few fests. But alas, Class 12 approaches, and I fear we might not be allowed to play...:'( But it's serious fun jamming with them.

• I've mentioned this before, but I had the chance to make a few real good friends recently. It's weird. I never expected to make such good friends, who actually like me for who I am, not just because I'm weird, and a good source of entertainment for them, which is the situation with almost everyone else in the sucky school I go to...and they stand by me, which is all one could ask for...I even made a couple of good friends during my trip to Goa...how cool is that? Hey, not to forget all the ol' guys in the house...love all of ya! At least, those who bother keeping in touch...the rest of you can fuck off...-___________-

And I suppose it's time I got my muse back, and started writing again, so BWAH! :P ^_^

The Nuthead Song

Bibidi babidi buu
The world fits in my shoe
There are rats in my stew
And in my underwear too
So everyone go WUHOO!!

The world is turned upside down
Pigs are learning to fly
Obama is coming to town
All McCain can do is cry

Too many cooks always spoil the broth
Eat your words, and watch you brain start to fume and froth
Boils ripen, ears ripen and ooh, how much they ache
He whose words are half-baked is such a total fake

I’m feeling gay
Lets go jump in the hay
Its that time of the day
When sanity says-later babe…

Everyone glares at you when you fart
The Queen farts, an no one says a thing
The bride just ran away in a bullock cart
As the telephone goes TRING-TRING

Green turns blue, and blue turns red
Anyone reading this is a total Nuthead
I’m bored, and I don’t have anything to do
Still, writing is better than shitting in the loo
(oh, but then that’s blissful too)

By your very own, Bibidi Babidi Buu!!

The Last Walk Of Death

I turn over my shoulder
Death looks back at me
as i walk through the darkness
Death whispers to me

i am alone & friendless
my only companion is Death
saling through the seas of despair
my only guide is Death

i stare out at the moonless night
i can feel Death's caress
as the world spins out of sight
in my mind, reality fades

i find myself in yesteryear
my lips draw towards hers
yet they do not meet
for i cannot touch her;
she sleeps an eternal sleep

i can hear the apprehensive silence
i can feel it crawl through my skin
i stand alone in this world
knowing that i am the last of my kin

i am but a wraith
ravaged by the sands of time
my life an ethereal myth
the last trace of footprints blow away by the wind

Death stands before me
no words are said
we stand before a grave
and the name on its head
the name on its head is mine

Hehehe...I love taking candid pictures & videos...its HILARIOUS!! Sucks for the person on film though, but what the heck...

A friend of mine caught on tape singing "Freak on a leash"

The look on his face is priceless...

A spontaneous rendition of "Sweet dreams"

FUCK THE SYSTEM

I am trapped in this stereotypical world
Alone amidst strangers
I am held by the tendrils of civilization
An alien world full of dangers
I look on as faceless people pass
All trapped in this hell we call earth

We are all prisoners, yet we know it not
We are all puppets, yet we know it not
We are all blinded, yet we know it not
We are all damned, yet we know it not

I can feel the beast within
Straining to break freeI
can feel the beast within
Slowly taking over me

I have been caged for far too long
Trapped in this hollow shell
And now I walk among those damned souls
Those risen from hell

I sojourn alone through this land
Searching for a sign of release
And now that time hath finally come
Where all my misery will cease
For these barren wastelands,
With their barren souls will soon be aflame
And the beast shall be released

I walked with the dead
As the world crumbled before me
The beast, finally free
Had just three words to say-

FUCK THE SYSTEM