It was dark again that night.
And the feeling never seemed so right.
So I took a walk to lose the tight
Of the agony that I couldn’t fight.
I embraced the dark and let it flow
until the fear and the pain started to grow.
It was so real this so called sorrow
That I was dying in my own beloved ego.
I believed the dark was too generous.
It told me the light was in hideous.
I knew it was surely obvious.
And it was suddenly killed by the lightness.
So, why I always praise the darkness?
As well I approve its existence?
On the night I observed the sky of hopeless
The stars were blinking at me from above.
For the shadow I dedicate this ballad.
For the light I conquer my own absurd.
As long as the stars illuminate the dark.
Never stop this life to believe in luck.
Fatahul Nizam
15 X 2012
Blok C
