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*

    • Sunday, March 04, 2007

    10:53 pm

    Darkness...

    Reigns when light falters. Consumes when all defences are down. Engulfs when not fought.

    But needless to say, fighting darkness is like fighting a losing battle. It can never be abated. For everytime you let your guard down, it comes back. Stronger still. The only way is not to fight it. But to accept it. It is in us. In our hearts, in our minds. It is never far. It is always lurking in the shadows, ready to strike when you defences are down.

    The dark is generous.
    Its first gift is concealment.
    As our true faces lie in the facade darkness of our skin, our true hearts remained shadowed still.
    But the greatest concealment comes not from protecting our secret truths. It is from hiding us from the truths of others.
    The dark protects us from what we dare not know.

    Its second gift is comforting illusion.
    The ease of gentle dreams in the night's embrace, the beauty of that imagination brings to us that will be repelled in day's harsh light.
    But the greatest of its illusion is that the dark is temporary, that every night brings a new day.
    Because it is day that is temporary.
    Day is the illusion.

    Its second gift is the light itself.
    Just like the days which are defined by the nights which divide them,
    like stars are defined by the infinite black through which they wheel,
    The dark embraces light and brings it forth from the centre of its own self
    With each victory of the light, it is the dark which wins

    Darkness is patient.
    It is darkness that seeds cruelty to justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
    The dark can be patient for even the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.
    The rain will come and the seeds will sprout for the dark is the soil in which they grow.
    Darkness waits behind the star which gave them light.
    Its patience is infinite.
    For even stars eventually burn out.

    Darkness always win.
    For it is everywhere.
    It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, in the kettle on the fire, under your chair, and under the sheets on your bed.
    Walk in the mid-day sun and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet.
    The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

    But fear not readers, the dark might be generous, patient and always wins.
    But in the heart of darkness itself lies its weakness.
    For one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
    Love is more than a candle.
    Love can ignite the stars...

    Ponder on this my readers. And may peace be with you all.

    you have tried too hard to destroy what you deemed to be the darkness. in time, you have become the very thing you have tried to destroy

    ___~Why do I even bother...