*What is life and what is love?
What is death and what is pain?
To all those who live, what is freedom?
And to all the living corpses, what is sacrifice?
What is honesty, faith and compassion?
What part of it is being human?
Why begin wars when you can end them?
Why follow others when you can walk your own path?
If memories exist why do you forget them?
But if memories are painful then why not erase them?
Why please society when you can be yourself?
Why is being human the most difficult challenge?*
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
I want to die.
I want to ****
I want to help.
I want to live.
Life is a lie.
You need the will
To not give up —
Will to survive.
You learn to lie.
You learn to steal.
You will not stop.
You don't believe.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
I'd like to say, you are my muse.
If you were to leave me, I'd refuse.
The choice I made, I know I won't regret.
You are somebody I could never forget.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
I hate you.
I hate you for loving me.
I hate myself.
I love you.
I love you for loving me.
I hate myself.
I love you for being you.
I could never love myself.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
*Sing me a lullaby Aunty,
I can not sleep.
I wish to hear your beautiful voice.
You are the one, and my only.
If you were gone, a river I will weep,
You'll leave me with no choice.*
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
One, the cater-cousins thee shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a cag'd bird shall kicketh the bucket at which hour setteth free.
Four, thou art the did hunt, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen thy deceit; belay thy tricks.
Seven, a curs'd soul shan't returneth to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if 't be true god is the Flibbertigibbet himself, who is't doth thee worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of thy damnation.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
*One, the friends you shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a caged bird will die when set free.
Four, you are the hunted, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen your deceit; belay your tricks.
Seven, a cursed soul shan't return to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if God is the Devil himself, who do you worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of your damnation.*
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
*I search the sky,
I see the clouds,
I watch the shattered fragments through the greenery.
I hear their calls; those chirps and squawks,
I find the birds,
I listen to their sweet music.
I feel grateful for their kindly chatter.
I am glad for my early morning solitude.*
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
The Reaper's true name
is the name of Death.
A forbidden word,
an unspoken truth,
the name of Seth.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
The Light, the Dark,
Death and decay.
Angels take flight,
Countless souls saved by Noah's Ark.
A fallen Guardian, by the name of Seth.
Humans who pray,
Worshipping the Demon God of Night.
From a being of Light to a being of Dark;
The Grim Reaper it became, for it itself is Death.
A millennium has passed. Unbeknownst to all, the Dark Lord's Day.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC