A pent up substance is inexplicably set to burst. Revere the unstoppable force that will come with it. Then as it comes, idolize the blast. (Sounds like something, don't it? Heh.)
The civilian's freedom! It was taken through to stark distances. Then, the collateral destruction. Thrown off balance. The insides crumble.
Sharp jabs into my windows. Ow.
We had one brave soul in the arms of a sweet damsel! Mind games are unscrupulous survival skills of courtship..
My wrecked vision. A mere constituent of the bruised shell at large- neck & back. Topped with a brokedown morale. The sum total of all that might count as deviously glamorous.
My extreme idea of what Fun is, can really precipitate the true beauty of Life down the sewers.
'O' Levels were out. Singapore Idol grounds were recced.
Yet this Purity that is defaced still seems devilishly enchanting..
"It's like I can't breathe, it's like I can't see anything.
Nothing but you,
I'm addicted to you.
It's like I can't think, without you interrupting me.
In my thoughts, in my dreams,
You've taken over me.
It's like I'm not me,
It's like I'm not me."
-Kelly Clarkson - Addicted
