Abstract

I don't like going to club. I just made me feel more lonely

I have touched it but still couldn't reach

And slowly the air is polluted by the toxic music

Making me jumping on the floor, to flow with the rhythm

My visions are becoming blurred and my half-awake mind

Is constantly exhilarated by the clash of woman

Their sweet perfumes permeate into my brain

Slowly digging up my need to become resurfaced again

Their presence besides me weaving in, like wrapping me up

Inside their rosy lips, slender bodies and addictive laughter

And I have pushed it but still couldn't direct

For beneath their pretty layers of cosmetic skins

There lies nothing like love but only flaming desire

Which never quenches my loneliness but rather diverts it

Slave to myself, not lucid enough to acquire the courage

Despite all this, I am still surviving upon this abstract

And the prestige of love slowly fades away

 

Nyi

28.8.2012