Assassin's Song

Here's a poem that just come out of my mind after i watch lots assassin themed movies though its not flooded with bloody imagery though...

I am the eye 

that lurks behind

Watching your steps

Counting your breaths

Concealed under the

harmless wings of the night

Among the shadows, i silently

wait for the right time

Your pulse sounds

like a marching band

It keeps my ears ringing

like dead tone that surrounds this land

Getting closer 

and closer

like a ghost 

that haunts you forever

This day onward

my knife is the right arm of just

As blood drenched your coat

the verdict is finally done

Guilty beyond reasonable doubt 

the sunlight will never grace your tomb.

The Late Life of Mine

I'll take this now as an opportunity now that i have my second blog ( the first, by Jove is already a thing in the past now that i forget that it really existed literally) to announce to the netizens out there that i really need a job right now * insert serious grim face*. I cant believe being a fresh graduate can put you into a deep, awkward and depressive state. Of course i should be thankful that the 4 years of staying inside the academe realm is painfully blissful ( no, not that i am a masochist, pain and pleasure just co-exist elsewhere so there you go). I learned and have fun studying and all the sleepless nights of burning down your eye brows and even burning your own pockets is not so worthless after all as i look to my parents during our graduation day full of pride like they raised someone who can be as great as the Lords of Winterfell ( but of course thats a silly exaggeration hehehe). And now that all the "Congratulations" and "Good Job!" has been uttered, im still here eager to find an appropriate job for me. The more it took longer the more i become gloomy and stuck in playing "Engkanto Wars" in my android phone ( hey kudos to those who create this game! It makes me forgot somehow that i am jobless and partially hopeless albeit temporarily).

So what now? I guess ill just keep on looking for that job....by the way i really wanted to be a writer. Yes, i'll eat papers and ink for a living.