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| I don't know who reads this space
But somehow this space has cost me everything
My enemy/enemies, you have got it all now
For I have lost everything
My efforts are worth zilch, nothing, nothing at all
Its all back to square one
The writing board, you know where it is?
Now I have been sitting here for the last two weeks
Thinking of what to do with the rest of my life
It appears ruined and I feel so day by day as the clock ticks
I had written what I did in a fit of pride
Now, isn't pride the very thing we strive so hard for?
I don't blame anyone
I just blame myself for being the biggest fool ever
Thinking that nobody's watching
Goodbye, there's no more dinner at eight
Goodbye, to the few who had been reading
Goodbye to the people who treat me with disdain and wish for nothing but my demise
What have I actually done wrong?
I just wanted to write and share my thoughts
What you haven't realised is that thought police are all around..
Better to keep your thoughts in a closet
Once again I wish for an opportunity, this time I will hold it so close that it shall be forever. I will do everything you want and more...
Goodbye, I will sleep at night
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| The Joker says, "It's a schemer who put you where you are. You were a
schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do
best-I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to
this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets. Nobody panics
when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go
according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the
press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of
soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little
old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds! Introduce a little
anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey?
It's fair."
Why so serious?
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| 不 知 道 在 那 天 邊 可 會 有 盡 頭
只 知 道 逝 去 光 陰 不 會 再 回 頭
每 一 串 淚 水 伴 每 一 個 夢 想
不 知 不 覺 全 溜 走
不 經 意 在 這 圈 中 轉 到 這 年 頭
只 感 到 在 這 圈 中 經 過 順 逆 流
每 顆 冷 酷 眼 光 共 每 聲 友 善 笑 聲
默 然 一 一 嘗 透
幾 多 艱 苦 當 天 我 默 默 接 受
幾 多 辛 酸 也 未 放 手
故 意 挑 剔 今 天 我 不 在 乎
只 跟 心 中 意 願 去 走
不 相 信 未 作 犧 牲 竟 先 可 擁 有
只 相 信 是 靠 雙 手 找 到 我 慾 求
每 一 串 汗 水 換 每 一 個 成 就
從 來 得 失 我 睇 透
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| If you can give me an opportunity
I will do anything you want
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| D and I waged war. We bickered, we quarrelled, we made threats. And then at last, abandoning all subterfuge, I told her.
She did not think I was mad. Something in my voice, my manner told her that this was not madness. If it had been madness, perhaps it would have been easier to endure. Her face turned a grisly white. In one fell stroke, her universe was upturned. Her stock of love, her hungry flesh, her empty womb were mocked and belittled. She looked at me as if I might have been a monster with two heads or a fish's tail. The next day she fled - 'left me' is too mild a term - and, rather than co-exist another hour with my indefinite lease of life, returned to her mother, who - poor soul - was ailing, in need of nursing and shortly to die.
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