Despair:

Where am I heading?
Where am I to go?
Why am I here?
I just dont know.
Should I even be here?
What am I going to do?
I couldnt even tell, if its that far or if its too near.
What am I going to say?
Should I go, or should I just stay?
Should I head east, or should I head west?
Should I even breath in this state of unrest?
Is this life or just fate?
Or is it just a mirage, a dream to keep me awake?

But am I awake?
Why am I still awake?
Why am I sinking deeper,
Into this winding slumber?
Closing my eyes and hope to drown.
To be lost in time, never to be found.

Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?

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Darkness:

Everything.

Anything.

Something.

Nothing.

Darkness.

Depression.

Despair.

Desolation.

Death.

Kemana?

i.
Kemana-Kesana-Waktu-Bila-bila masa-
Kenapa-Tiada sebab-

ii.
Aku tidak mahu bangun lagi.
Biar mimpi itu tidak bertepi.
Nafas pun biar terhenti.
Badan pun kaku sebegini.

iii.
Hari semakin mendung.
Rindu tiada terbendung.
Mengapa aku ditinggalkan?
Sedang hidup sudah tiada tujuan.

Hari semakin gelap.
Langit bertukar hitam.
Biar aku pergi bersama.
Hidup disana buat selamanya.

Cahaya sudah tiada.
Hidup sudah berakhir.
Bermulakah perjalanan yang baru?
Bukan disini tetapi disana.

iv.
Ianya hanya satu fasa.

The Dream

1.

Thank you. Thank you for coming into my dream last night. 
I longed to see your faces again.
An that old house where most of my childhood were spent.
That old chair where you would sit and wander.
That old floor where it used to be filled with laughter.

Thank you. Thank you for coming into my dream last night.
How I am desperate to be with all of you again.
I am tired. I am exhausted. I just pray that itll just end.

Thank you. Thank you for coming into my dream last night.
Soon, we shall meet again.

2.

These past few weeks.
I kept thinking about death.
Will it just be a phase?
How would it feel to be dead.
Never have I felt so alone and lonely.
The images of my everyone.
kept creeping up to me.
Maybe because I am missing them horribly.
Or maybe life does no longer excites me.


3.

I just wanna go.
I just wanna go.
I just wanna go.
I just wanna go.