There are days I desperately want to tell them this words they read and hear are the nails I was crucified with. But I hold my lips. And show them the only scar I know they can relate with. My smile.

I'll never forget. I'll never forget how I felt the first time when I failed an exam.

In time till now, from the dust to the throne, from the throne to the dust. Power has never been given, it has always been taken.

I'm not sure what she sees, when she stares and runs her fingers across the paintings on my skin. I'm not sure if she sees that I'm a soul flawed from it origins. And I never knew love could be so scary

Excellence can't be taught to minds in bondage.

For this is my land. And if the sons of the devil step foot on its sacred ground, they shall be baptized with holy water, fire and brimstone combined.

Lost at sea, bleeding from places I can't see. I need a miracle. Can't find the courage to admit it, to scream for help aloud perhaps someone in the crowd left their earphones out. I need a miracle.

Always and forever. This was the promise of a lifetime ended in its Genesis. The broken bond of friendship buried alive in the open grave of excuses and lies.

I've tried to stay hate celibate. Tried to build love's caliphate. But it ain't enough anymore. For this world is so messed up, there are days I'm almost sure she can't have redemption.

They just couldn't understand. How a bastard could own a box of alabaster. Why a coward would suddenly put on his armor for war. Why the sailor would head his vesel into the midst of the storm.