I take my steps onto the creaky wooden planks.
Of which death shall await.
I bow myself, I thank dear lord.
As the ropes of love tangle my neck,
it starts to tighten, so much slowly.

Why can't it just quickly snap off my veins,
and dispose me away
Why can't it just squeeze the shit out of me,
instead of torturing me

The audience just stares,
and they applaud, aroused,
thinking that this was some stupid magic trick

And the human who holds this rope,
grins and knows nothing.
"For thee not knoweth of this pain -
thou keep pulleth the rope so much tighter,
and for each moment it tightens,
the last breath shall come,
and lived and die
as desperately
I will"

Haiz....

A M I R U L
there's nothing wrong with his name.
He's imperfect, and so are you
Poetry, dancing and digital modeling is his thing.
He fancies piano songs
His dream? Part-time dancer
Full-time earning millions
If you think you know him,
read his blog and think again.
He's the only witness and the only
person who can judge his life.
This is his blog so click here if you hate it.
He'll be updating quite often. so do keep watch (: