These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
Time turning...If days were sad,
I wish I could turn back time,
If days were happy,
I still wish I could turn back time,
So do I wish to turn time,
And if... it were possible,
to turn back time,
I wouldn't be the person,
I am today.