Counting down to your last breath.

Tick tock tick tock, your end is near,
tick tock tick tock, cos I am here.
To crush your face in,
or to break one of your limbs,
tick tock tick tock, wait till I am sure.

If you are down, I'll make it worse,
if you are better now, I'll make your pain immerse.
That death becomes a luxury,
when living compounds every misery,
tick tock tick tock, in living hell you submerse.

Just you wait, you bastardly creep,
I'll strike so hard, you pray I am quick.
I will reenact your act,
and multiply the impact,
With pleasure, your demise I seek.

Tick tock tick tock, it won't be too long,
tick tock tick tock, you better be strong,
for what fun is it?
to weep when I hit?
Tick tock ticking to your death's song.

A line away.

Love, as it is.
I have never been braver... yet also juz as highly susceptical to frailties. It's a sentiment tat musters courage and at the same time, invokes a huge sense of unpredictability. The safe zone is gone. I have decided on a journey with the barest of resources. Each step is slowly treaded, albeit recklessly at times. I am relishing the new role I am having, even though there's much to learn. The mindset has to be reset, priorities re-prioritise.

And then there are characters from her past to contend with. People which I never want to see again and the mere mention of some of their names bring rage. I wish I could kill them, literally...but I can't. I have never been tat particular, I wonder if it's directly proportional to the love I have for her. My mind is tipped to the verge of insanity, hold back only by the comfort of her phyiscal presence and love. I couldn't bear thinking the hardship and bad fortune to plight her, some of which are caused by assholes who deserve to be slaugthered. I am fighting hard to suppress the urge of retaliation. It's scary knowing wat I will do if I fail to keep it rein in...and lose the beautiful life I am having now. May the inner devil never win this fight.

One moment is all it takes to change or end everything. That's how easy to reduce all promises, assurances and hopes into nothing. While I put my heart and soul into growing this seed of love, a looming shadow of uncertainty might juz be waiting to strike. Fate has the trump card to crush all your stakes. You can do nothing about it and you can't beg for mercy. Wishing and praying suddenly feel so redundant. I will be on the receiving end no matter wat. You juz dunno wat you are going to receive.

How pathetic! For a man's worth and resolve is not able to rebel against the intangible influence of destiny. How many have sigh and shed tears, resigning to the higher force of Fate?

But I am insane and crazily in love. If I have to wage the biggest war of my life to stake my intent, then bring the battle on. For no supreme powers nor the most impossible odds have the rights to deprive a man of his will to plot his own destiny.

A thin line separates the foolish from the brave.

Behind every door.

Life is like one big house with many empty rooms.

You explored the 1st room and started furnishing it with your first ornaments, decorating it to the way you deemed fit. You chose the colour, arranged the furnitures, adding and removing things, again and again...until nothing you can do, can refresh this room anymore. Maybe the colour wasn't rite, maybe the room is too overwhelmed with stuffs now, maybe you juz didn't like this room anymore. What happen next?

Some choose to stay on in the same room and grow to be unhappy. Some walk out, lock the door and go on to the next room. For those who walk on, the process repeats itself again, until the same ending occurs or finally they are satisfied with the last room. Some, after going through rooms, decided that maybe along the way, that particular one before is still wat they fancy and went back again. Some keep on searching for that perfect room...some might ended up 'roomless'.

Behind every door tells a story. Some are locked away, never to be seen again. But no matter wat, every experience with different rooms left something in you.

And hopefully, you find the right room to rest eventually.

Killer instinct

How do you hone and sharpen your killer instincts?

By getting perpectually angry over and over again, with the same tot, getting familiar with the bastards who planted this angst and letting this frustation manifest. Then channel all this anger into strength to shape and train your mind, body and reflexes to the pinacle of your phyical self, while preparing the inner devil to wait patiently and lurk. When the time arises, they will be dealt with, with the best destruction you can muster and their pleas will be drowned with the disintegration of their bodies and souls.

In one swift, deadly blow.