By Aron goh
Date: 2 October 1998

Deceiving World

I drank poison,
thinking it to be honey.
Saw the cloudy sky,
as clear as the morning dew.
Heard the harsh cawing of crows,
and took it to be the song of the nightingale.
Prayed to the idol of stone,
believing it to be alive.
And saw black as white.
With these deceiving eyes of infatuation,
were removed from the the cove of my heart.