Written by Jessica Lau Hui Zhen
There are days she glides through the halls
Her soul carried on a heavy two-way street
It was when the sneers and calls
That she wasn’t quite the one for everyone
He walks on an empty street to go home
No place to call home, outweighed by sorrows
Gun shots, blood , murder ; frightened by his own flaws
Too scared for the truth to be burnt
He lies down on bed
Guns and Roses t-shirt and makeup on
All pretty but too afraid to tell a soul
Fragile hearts but thinking there’s a living monster in him
Before sleep he lights up a cigarette
Perched on a window ledge
Sucking in the smoke of doubt
Ready for deep sleep. Happily unconscious.
“A” looked into the mirror
There she sees daddy’s girl , unknown boy
Tears rolling down ; broken
His blood singing in her ; her blood stinging
No one to hear her scream.