Can you feel the pain inside sometimes in my mind?
In the land of loneliness the seas of blood run cold
Is the feeling lost inside within the sins of all mankind?
Time after time we stood united on we go

Fly far away don't let the world pass you by?
Live for the day when we must stand and survive
Now we face the judgment day our souls will feel the pain
Hear the screams of my world through the rain

Silent fields of despair my tears in the rain
Pain in my heart bleeding through
One day we'll be back for one moment in time
Endlessly searching for you...

Who can cure my emptiness inside for this time?
Suffering from loneliness my dreams and hopes will die
No more feelings left inside my blackened heart I cannot hide
Time after time our souls divided on we cry

Fly far away don't leave your own past behind
Live for the day another year passes by
Now we turn to face our fear there's nothing more to say
Still your dreams and my nightmares remain


  • The Prophecy

    • As darkness claims all light
    Leaving the land in Eternal Night
    Amidst the dead and innocent cries
    Only then The Chosen One shall rise

    Enter thy world but fear not
    I walked through the darkness and shadows, I've fought
    So open your hearts and open your minds
    For inside, only knowledge will you find...
    Wall Of Infamy

    The Chosen One
  • Muhammad Sufyan Bin Roslan
  • Singapore Polytechnic [DICT]
  • 11 March 1989
  • Servant to Allah S.W.T
  • Disciple to Prophet Muhammad S.A.W
  • Forward for SPMLS United
  • Lead Guitarist for Disasterpiece
  • Leader Of The Rebel Alliance

    Thy Chosen Amor
  • Allah S.W.T
  • Family and friends
  • Her*
  • The underground scene

    Thy Chosen Hatred
  • The Bush Administration and Israel for crimes against the Islamic world. Or to the world actually.
  • Idiots like George Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, Tony Blair and Ariel Sharon just to name a few
  • Matreps and Minahreps. Don't taint our society. Throw yourselves down the drain and rid us of your stupidity please

    Disclaimer
    This blog is the property of Muhammad Sufyan. If you don't like it and have no constructive criticisms, please keep it to yourself. I'm sure someone else cares about them, cos I really don't have time for narrow-minded fools like you. Thank you very much. Oh, and please, throw yourself down the drain to and rid us of filth like you.
    • The Chosen Significant Other
  • **Azlin

    The Chosen Confidantes

  • Abdillah Agger*
  • Abang'Escaflowne'Din*
  • Adawiyah*
  • Adi*
  • Arep*
  • Amir(The Reverence)*
  • Amir(The Forgiver)*
  • Amalina*
  • Azhar*
  • Fhaizal Eleventhfinger Drummer*
  • Hadi Brengsek*
  • Friendster*
  • Haryanti*
  • Hilmi*
  • Kakak'Empress'Ain*
  • Liyana*
  • Lydia Natasya*
  • Mahirah*
  • Miza*
  • Nani*
  • Nazif*
  • Nurul*
  • N.Nadiah*
  • Ridzwan*
  • Shakinah*
  • SPMLS*
  • Suhailah*
  • Syafiq(Sarep)*
  • **Syafique Esperansas*
  • Syahid Masnor Gerrard*
  • Syikin*
  • Wan Emocore*
  • Zac*
  • Zee*

    • Thursday, January 11, 2007

    10:43 am

    The Approaching Curve

    The music played with a common frequency.
    The speakers seeped the sounds of ambient keyboards and light percussions, creating a seductive soundtrack their midnight drive through the curtains of blackness.
    The windows are cold to the touch, referring to the icy conditions of their immediate extremity. Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass and streets with melted snow cascaded the length
    The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, like the faraway squeal of a pot boiling water
    The skylight was was glowing faintly with the hints of impending dawn
    The car raced along a painfully stretch of road and she hadnt so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees or hardly spoken.

    As they were, so perfect, so happy
    We'll remember all of their smiles, cos that's all we've seen
    Long since dried, when they were found
    All the tears in which they have drowned
    As the were, so perfect, so happy...

    "Why are you doing this?" she said without expecting a response
    Her voice penetrated the still air of their speechless drive, so silent that his heart had jumped
    "I'm not doing anything", he said, though he didnt even believe that himself
    "This is what's best for me, for you, for us or maybe just for me, "he thought, as a tear forms in the pit of her eyes
    The music poured through the speakers and we're lost momentarily in the cadence
    She looked down momentarily for a bit longer than a standard blink
    Then she was crying
    Then she was shouting
    And then he was shouting
    Now pouring confessions, having no answers or solutions and we barely even heard the questions...

    Don't put him underground
    He was meant for a life somewhere else
    Please love, give him the wheel
    Before both your hearts you'll steal tonight...

    Their cracking voices became part of the music
    The car pressed on through the night
    As their voices are lowered, once again the cadence took over
    Up ahead a cruve is approaching
    She made no intentions of slowing...

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    This issnt actually a poem...just something in my mind that I put to words yesterday. Hmm, think i update later...bye.mwahahaha...

    ___~Why do I even bother...