Dead Sound

Here's a collection of some of the random writings I came up with over the past 1 year. Some were meant to be edited, some meant to be longer. Never got around to doing so. Not in chronological order. What it means? I don't know.

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The words they rhyme,
The head it’s fine,
He stands and walks,
And he seem to talk,
But the words they don’t make sense,
And the head it’s still so tensed,
He pictures the stage,
With a mic on the edge,
There’s no turning back,
It’s make or break.

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If the things I never wanted to happen never happened,
The things that I wanted to happen never would have happened.

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You tried so hard the good turned bad.
Just like how the candy taste so sweet it made good luck bad.

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The Perfect Disguise

Hidden behind the metaphors,
And the two-faced whores.
Love and Hate, Hate and Love.
Platform meant for Passerby.
Trying hard to disguise, with all the made up lies.
The disguise a disguise in itself.

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The city that never sleeps,
The place I’ll never reach,
The dreams I’ll never see,
The promises that’ll never be.

The scene that’ll never die,
The ones that’ll never lie,
The things that people buy,
Will it get them high?

The dreams that’ll not be dead,
The memories that’ll never fade.

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