Awake in another ancient day where the sun, the daily watchman hanging by the rope. Brutal for the jumpy-heart to bear. At the bar, the bus-stops, the battleground, canvases move with their cape fluttering. The loners, awaiting for the saucer of doom from above to land, I reckon. On the throne,  I sit still, watching shadows after shadows tailing one another. Sights of yesterdays feefofumming, greeting the dead to rise from day one I commited to this one life. Subconsciously, plethora of hidden tears slow-motionly streaming down without yours truly realizing, releasing the double-walker, enticing me to the land of truth. The hell, the heaven within.

This came from a lady who speaks much about caring, loving and GOD.

“Aku tak paham dengan sesetengah orang yang bual step nk bunuh diri. Kalau I mati,I tak hidup lagi bagus, Minta Tuhan pendekkan umur I. Step mana punye banyak amal jek. Merepeklah. Kau pikir kalau kau dah mati, masalah kau tuh akan habis? I am sorry, I am not those type of ladies that you think I will be sympathies and giving you my love, to see you living happily again. Kalau kau nak jadi bodoh, silakan bunuh diri”Without the lady luck by her side, the tudung of hers will be the next victim of an arsonist.

Be it suicidalist, emotionalist, industrialist espionage, jerk and genuine bitch, almost all of us the miniscule creations ever come face to face with suicide attempts before. For the non, befriending tempurung don’t, ignorant not in a zillion years, for little knowledge kills. Suicide is a disease, that’s why these mental hospitals exist.

 To you little débile, clap clap clap for the pea mentality.