call me miss wong.
i am wong. wong casandra.
my journey and identity ends there.
my genes take over, start and dash
dash dash.
drunk with chole
you are my devil.
to me,
you equate nothing;
you,
are but a blank piece
of everything.
the more you fade; appear,
i no longer see the distinct difference.
don't attract me,
don't make me cry.
i know,
i know
my heart,
my blood,
partof me,
sinks in, cackles.
and die.
i and i
long for certain approval
and admiration.
but you,
you who killed me,
who left me to smoke life,
who,
who made me choke on pieces.
you who created me,
you from which i sprouted;
-a lotus buddha-,
my god,
my saviour,
my blood,
my hatred,
my passion,
my older twin,
my adam,
my spirit,
my complex;
lingers like
a dry tear on my eye,
a pervert on a crime.
nine, nine,
nine
dialed the time.
cant,
cant,
you cried
because the tide is high,
high, and
left me to die.
(and so,
i recovered after the storm.)
if i was whole,
i rather be missing.
i do not need.
i do not need.
and why,
a game has one winner;
why
the river flows from
one end to another.
why,
my water, my poison, my essential,
the champion of greatest.
because, my
blood,bile,
is yours.
they are not mine.
little red threads become your figure.
you male punisher,
whom i hate, hate hate.
i cried, cry in my temple,
my religion cove.
but i woke up
and had none,
realising
the only god i see
and breathe,
is blind drunk with chole.
i do not know what to say.
you drive me crazy all the time. literally.
you can never leave me alone.
YOU YOU, i cannot ignore.
why do u affect me so.
its more than mere blood;
its a common psychosis.
i hate you.
i do not love you. (do i?)
but i cannot leave this bind.
my journey and identity ends there.
my genes take over, start and dash
dash dash.
drunk with chole
you are my devil.
to me,
you equate nothing;
you,
are but a blank piece
of everything.
the more you fade; appear,
i no longer see the distinct difference.
don't attract me,
don't make me cry.
i know,
i know
my heart,
my blood,
partof me,
sinks in, cackles.
and die.
i and i
long for certain approval
and admiration.
but you,
you who killed me,
who left me to smoke life,
who,
who made me choke on pieces.
you who created me,
you from which i sprouted;
-a lotus buddha-,
my god,
my saviour,
my blood,
my hatred,
my passion,
my older twin,
my adam,
my spirit,
my complex;
lingers like
a dry tear on my eye,
a pervert on a crime.
nine, nine,
nine
dialed the time.
cant,
cant,
you cried
because the tide is high,
high, and
left me to die.
(and so,
i recovered after the storm.)
if i was whole,
i rather be missing.
i do not need.
i do not need.
and why,
a game has one winner;
why
the river flows from
one end to another.
why,
my water, my poison, my essential,
the champion of greatest.
because, my
blood,bile,
is yours.
they are not mine.
little red threads become your figure.
you male punisher,
whom i hate, hate hate.
i cried, cry in my temple,
my religion cove.
but i woke up
and had none,
realising
the only god i see
and breathe,
is blind drunk with chole.
i do not know what to say.
you drive me crazy all the time. literally.
you can never leave me alone.
YOU YOU, i cannot ignore.
why do u affect me so.
its more than mere blood;
its a common psychosis.
i hate you.
i do not love you. (do i?)
but i cannot leave this bind.
