Beneath My Skin

If I say that the sun rises,
does it mean i am Copernican?
If I wanna lend you a hand,
does it mean I don't want my hand anymore?
If I talk about consequences,
am I assuming you will cause it?

If appreciation cannot be felt,
at least don't slight it.
Worse still, coat it with a candy floss
Cos' it makes it taste like gay Spongebob
The hypocrisy of your surface cheery
irks me more than your ditsy proclivity.

Down the corridor of Death,
I see Life.
Life in the bodies,
but bodies without souls.

The air of silence
that floods the cemetery floor
stares at me hard
because I don't belong.

In this modern burial ground,
tombstones stand replaced with:
books, laptops, music players and what nots.
Bodies buried not in soil
but in the lifeless parchment of education.

How interesting it is to see
the modern cemetery institution
in the compounds of the school
at the wake of the honour and glory of examinations divine.

Why does He love me?
They say, 'Love is blind.'
Aha. I see.
Because Love is blind.

If Love were indeed blind,
What would happen if I open her eyes?
Once she sees me in the light,
Will she turn away in fright?

Does He love me because Love is blind
and hate me when His Love gains sight?
He saw right through my mind
that was filled with dirt and grime.

But still, his Love remains.
How then can Love be blind,
if he loves me the same
despite me unworthy all the time