nonsense notion

ibu, muntahkan semua yang tak lagi laku dari sukma-mu. kuburkan tembuni-ku dengan setiap nama-nama jalang yang kau sebut-sebut itu. runtuhkan hijab dari kantungmu ibu, dengar gema setan-ku berdansa mesra dengan dosa. dosa yang aku cipta saking tak terlahir

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.

aku harap punya syurga yang lain buat mereka yang bertahta di dunia- sebab Tuhan itu mudah untuk kau jumpa, bila kau punya segala di dunia. ah, mudahlah untuk tangan yang tak pernah mencacai mengangkat terima kasih untuk Tuhan. sebab Tuhan itu mudah untuk…

I've learnt a thousand metaphors to decipher what love feels like before I met you and none of them were as pretty as the day I decided to love you You were never good with words but I was worse with living So in another life I'll take those bullets again,

I love you in all ways that would horrify the livings.

Jika semua indahku hilang Buruk, kotor aku Tanganku masih kau cium tanpa ragu Dengan lembut, kau menunggu aku tumbuh Kadang disiram air, kadang disiram tangis Tapi banyaknya racun yang terlanjur menyakiti Anehnya, aku masih diterima Dengan lembut, kau usa…

The time has come The hour of departure And I shall leave And with you, everything sank White rose left at cemetery of our memories Cupid's dead, pilot's wounded Turbulent drunkenness of our love Our laughs now echo in the pit of debris Lost discoverer and

That quiet night, I saw the devil in me dancing around the pavements of the street we won't walk on ever again The moon were eerily dimmed, and now I think she was trying not to glance in our affairs The car was curiously loud and now I think it was dying…

buat lelaki kuat yang aku panggil milikku dalam menghidupkan aku, kau telah mati-matinya mencinta buat lelaki hebat yang aku panggil milik aku dalam membina aku, kau telah sehancur-hancurnya berjuang siapalah perempuan dicermin itu tanpa cinta kau di tula…

up until this day i still wonder how do you feel about our child who will never gets your name. were you bruised by the flame i left you or was it just an itch you could scratch away. say, do your bedsheet still smells like my innocence?