Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Bitchcraft

If only I can wash away my sins every time I close my eyes.
If only I can turn back time so that I can turn my back on them.
I bite my own neck and suck my own blood,
for I do not share, nor do I care.

Life is something I call life. Let's not complicate the matter so much.
This is life we're talking about, not death.
Let life be complicated as it is now, for we do not know when we'll lose it.

Memapah erti carut dan karut di bibir yang songsang,
mengundang payah pada pembawakan diri.
Maka, teruskan mengusir yang sementara,
kerana yang kekal itu mati.

Mungkin bibir bijak berbicara
hanya kerana tandusnya nasib
Namun di kala malang itu hilang
butir peribadi terbang jauh melayang.



I am temporary.

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