ku berdiri di tepian mimpi
ingin terjatuh lalu mati
hancur, remuk sampai ke hati
hilang sudah asa
tertinggal entah dimana
ku lepaskan kekang di nadi
cabut! keropos sudah jiwa ini
ku berdiri di tepian mimpi
kelak ingin sekali jatuh lalu mati
digerus oleh rasa rindu sunyi
tersayat hingga habis raga ini
sekali lagi,
ku berdiri di tepian mimpi
langkah gusar menepis janji-janji
ku lepas helai-helai cinta tak bertepi ini,
telanjang di tengah lampu sorot warna-warni
kini,
ku bersiap untuk pergi
dari tepian mimpi
semoga hancur hati ini
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Prosa Dia 98: Mati
Prosa Dia: 82. I am, Murdering Myself
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
You took her,
If it is what You want, I’ll murdered this feeling
So no more pain, no more rain
Just close my eyes and sleep
