MYSTERY GIRL

A voice from the dark,
From the deepest abyss of thoughts.
A shadow,
A figure scraped out of illusion that seizes the heart,
A smoke that lost in the winds
Yet re-percussive.
An angel beheld by the mind's eye
Bred by the guile hands of carnality.

She can only be seen on screen
Yet gongs the heart's drum so hard.
The piper tunes a cheering sorrowful tune to her vows
Those oaths shames the heavens,
It is called 'chastity'.

She's got wits and reasons powerful enough to bend anything.
Will, zeal and enthusiasm are understatements,
But she can only be seen on screen.

Sometimes I wonder if she exists
Or she's just another dream.
If she does, I would live a thousand years for an accident,
Or a million more for a chance.
But she can only be seen on screen
How sad!

A voice from the earphones,
A tangible illusion,
A life without blood
A new symptom for insanity.
My mystery girl,
She can only be seen on screen!

Solitude grips as her intents echoes rejection.
I detest alcohol, if alcohol is an unworthy friend.
I reject my past if yesterday dents her smiles
She is yam, I am oil-palm.
But she can only be seen on screen!