The Muse

The Muse

Muhammad Sufyan Al-Khalifah Bin Roslan
  • Khalifah Fil Ard
  • 3 Shaaban 1409H / 11 March 1989
  • Singapore Polytechnic
  • Ahlul 'Ilm Intifadha
  • Al-Munawwar
  • Masjid Jamiyah Ar-Rabitah (Nurabitah Youth)

    Reach me:
  • feenyx_synystra@hotmail.com [MSN/Facebook]
  • mdsufyanroslan.spmls@gmail.com (anything else]

  • Rite Of Passage



    Famous Last Words

  • Adi Reza
  • Ahlina
  • Ain
  • Aisyah
  • Al Mutanaziah
  • Adek Amirah
  • Athifah
  • Azlin
  • Arep
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  • Sanctuary
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  • Syafiqano Gaylord
  • Shark-Pinah
  • Su-Piyani
  • Shamsydar Fityan Ghufran
  • Yad
  • Zaid

    The Extended

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    Famous Last Words

    In every loss, in every lie
    In every truth that you'd deny
    And each regret and each goodbye
    was a mistake too great to hide
  • Embrace the Emptiness

    Wednesday, 24 June 2009

    So the light now is my weapon
    Like a bush dried; withered in the sun
    With this spark I'll go up in flames
    I lay my guns down but they're too small to see
    It's kinda cute how I resent to be
    Everything but the instrument I am.

    A better life is what I am after
    My first name won't be my last one
    Let the light just drip into your eyes
    And I am dead, your eyes are light

    So it's true my words are contrived
    I tell lies just to get into your mind
    I'm as fake as a widow's smile
    This mask of glass is what I choose to wear
    So I won't ever have the need to bear
    To tell the truth to anyone but me

    Please do this now I beg
    Duct tape my arms and legs
    Throw me into the sea
    Now watch the waves eat me
    Setting my cold heart free
    I'll wash the shore in weeks
    You cant save me now


    I'm just a bad actor stuck with a shitty script

    All of my lines are cheap and the cast is weak
    There was no music for the first time I got kissed
    There was no femme fatale, my mistress wasn't rich
    So I've been formatted to fit your TV screen
    The film went straight to tape
    I'll bow out quietly
    So quietly

    Embrace the emptiness
    Let it enfold you

    Al-Khalifah Barakallahu Feekum @ 12:52

    Fi amanillah barakallahu feekum // requeimforthefallen.blogspot.com