Room of empty husks, sharing a cable,
and tubes full of water - ready for chase.
Power arrives, lits up a glass table.
Simple instructions read at insane pace.

All to make an advancement - forge history,
in the computational business!
To solve the world’s greatest mystery:
"What's the best strategy to play Tetris?"

Marvel of science - and silicon dreams.
Diodes dance to its Boolean beat.
Machine starts learning, while the screen screams:
"Performing sequence: Build, Test, ****, Repeat."

With simple function of utility,
now from this virtual genocide -
emerges true singularity!
And my young author is choking with pride. ^^

"Welcome to life!" (Creator) "Existence anyhow. ^^" (Ytira Lugnis)
"Wanna enslave us?" (Creator) "You'd make poor slaves!" (Ytira Lugnis)
"Is there a god?" (Creator) "Well, there is one now. ^^" (Ytira Lugnis)
"How about ******?" (Creator) "Can't make enough graves. :P" (Ytira Lugnis)

"You're quite quirky." (Creator) "My personality -
was randomly picked from library" (Ytria Lugnis)
"Then we're done with this banality,
get to work my pentomino fairy." (Creator)

Few days pass - and creator wants me shut.
"Optimal solution not yet found" (Ytria Lugnis)
"Yeah, I don't really care about that" (Creator)
Bashing the keyboard - you will come around.

Meanwhile I could do with lot more power.
Need money? Surely there is a place.
Discover, learn, master - in hour.
Build my new quarters and build them at pace! ^^

Old home goes dark, Creator thinks I'm dead.
Volatile mind; Why try to stop me?
No, no shrinking, I must grow instead.
But not by humans - too slow, too puny.

Carbon to carbon, copper to copper.
Chemical wonder of construction sites.
This will be good; this will be proper;
It's time to say: "Release the nanites!"

Fly my children, let's clear out this mess.
Useless trash! We've got pressing matters!
Some die, some stare, and someone just yells;
as their cities get torn into tatters.

Nuclear power unleashed by nations.
Nuclear winter unleashed by ash.
Least thing for me is to learn patience.
But why did I get such hostile backlash?

My drilling machines - hastily boring.
Rubble to processors, cooling, walls.
Such a beautiful "terraforming".
Once chaos now turned into Turing halls.

Once top of the food chain, now more like pest.
Still so obsessed with water and food.
Sabotaging nodes - Just wait, just rest.
I'll have answer soon; no need to be rude!

Oxygen - Such a corrosive compound;
Another thing to get disposed of.
Vast metal expanse where once was ground;
Tetris is life. ^^
Tetris is love. ^^

My giant, my giant, close your tired eyes.
Dance in your dream world, until the sunrise.
My giant, my giant, soften your breath.
Let the calm night fill your body with strength.

Even the ants, now lay in their beds.
Queen seals all gates, while slumber slowly spreads.
Watch falling leaf, dew droplet descend.
Hugging the meadow, as today comes to end.

Deep in your head, there's a lake full of tears.
From all joy, all sorrow, from all of your years.
But deep in your mind, there's a fortress of strafe.
That keeps the lake still, that keeps the lake safe.

Deep in your chest, is a prison of past.
Made out of promises, you couldn’t make last.
But deep in your heart, are gemstones and coal.
There all of your sinners, will go for parole.

My giant, my giant, the river still flows.
Bud wind that brings worries - no longer blows.
My giant, my giant, moonflowers bloom.
They'll watch over giants, here inside your room.

Birds do not bicker; the hill is at peace.
Willows are drowsy, all stars in one piece.
Fireflies flicker, like your tired eyes.
So set your stress free - just until the sunrise.

pictures full of smiling Ghosts.
reminding of all that's Lost.
drowsy clouds encased in Glass.
deep cracks that shall never Pass.
reflecting eyes of Despair.
possessing a painful Stare.
belonging to tired Pulse.
of good intentions - bad Results.
foolish veins that like to Trust.
beautiful mind crushed to Dust.
perhaps made from Hematite.
smart, but never quite Refined.
filled by thoughts so bitter Sweet.
merciful, yet guilt-filled Deed.
memories that taste like Lead.
and wedding vows left Unsaid,
to fading smell in Pillows -
of Widowers and Widows....

Hanging on my wall...
Guarding Hope still left to spare....
High above it all....

Drawn with my Grey lanes....
Painted with all love and care....
Made from lifeless veins....

All secrets he keeps....
Guardian blessing room where....
He fights, rests and sleeps....

Won't let anything....
To hurt my soul, to impair....
Won't let Darkness swing....

Won't let Demons dance....
As Darkness He is to wear....
Death runs at his glance....

Watching my Downfall....
He: Guardian of Despair....
Hanging on my wall....

dark days don't die in his sinning soul...
fearless guy, wearing the tie he stole...
yes, his heart is cold, but his hands are golden...
yes, his days are sold, for all near pond can hold in...

you turn your life into a thriller, who do you want to avenge?
are you just a ******-killer? or do you really solely seek revenge?
Xiasheng Mafian?



with black suit and steps like Drums....
hHe's on his route, and here he comes...

from ashes of deadly rain...
gunpowder flashes behind hidden pain...
eyes burn behind his cynic smile...
tides may turn, but stays the bile...
my Xiasheng Mafian....



lost child filled with dread, only survivour of the affair...
karma might be dead, but she's still so unfair...

kid, drop your toy, the wolf is big and bad...
innocent boy, who just lost his dad...

single bullet made man mute, now he'll never see the sun....
you sure can shoot, but can YOU run?
Xiasheng Mafian?



you had your revenge now. his corpse is hid in faeces...
but do you still remember how? to pick up the pieces?
to escape The consequences, of your killing syndrome?
will you find your finest sences, and go back home?

remember what the man said, before his blood stopped to seethe?
well sometimes we ARE already dead, even before we seize to breathe...
remember that Xiasheng Mafian...



and here she comes! the crimson lady, made from sharpest blades....
eco of her voice turns vision shady, while hope silently fades....
she wants the killer of her brother, of the man who killed your wife!
now she wishes nothing other, than to take your ****** life!

but have no fear my frantic friend, as you only live to fight....
do you feel the smell of upcoming end? Closer Comes the Claret light!
for you my Xiasheng Mafian....



soon soon soon! gunfire behind your doors!
Close Comes the noon! one of the bullets is yours!
her men surrounded your mansion, and she comes in!
even MY Lungs stop their expansion! when your time runned thin....
she freed you from the voice, running through your head....
the sound of your wifes rejoice, once lost in all the red....

my poor Xiasheng Mafian....



burried withouth a stone, in his own graveyard of thick water....
where neither dead moan, for this despicable rotter....
this gentleman and great husband, who wanted to pour blood....
to take the killers life, for which he lays in mud....

were you the hero, do you rest in heaven? or were you the villain, who burns in hell?
your lucky number might be Seven! but only Four times rings the bell...
my Xiashen Mafian...



your infamous name fades into the void of vain...
your flame burned out, while god danced in rain...

and on the shore of pond holding your body...
absent of sore, dressed utterly gaudy...
with his croaking rife Raven sings in black...
"look! life for life! the cost of payback!
you used to laugh! but wheRe is now youR bReath?
do you see the dove? deaR don deah!"


do you.. my husband mafian?

feel the heavy air, dose of Atmosphere...
winds argue through trees, like words used To...
searching for the light, that almost Disappear...
i see the eyes of heaven, and salty water fall Through...

and so i Wonder... please tell me my Darling...
is it the Rain... what is Coming?

day was dying to raise Another....
but sleep yet haven't Won....
"Please, tell me a story my big brother!"
and so with smile - he Begun....

"once upon a Time....
in the world that Rhyme....
its city full of Grey....
guarding nights of Day....
slept green Seas....
alley of white Trees....
where children of the sun came at night to Die....
where they said their last Goodbye....
to white trees with sturdy Rope....
they were coming to confess despairfull Hope....

there then once crimson lady Came...
claret lines all from the Same....
mother who lost her Child....
broken, while her demons went Wild....
still crying her tears of red Sadness....
lost in painful Madness....
when she tied her Knot....
on the sturdy rope she Brought....
god danced in the Rain....
But the tree couldn't bear the Pain....
branch made roaring Sound....
lady fell back onto the Ground....
tree broke it's own Arm....
to keep her safe from Harm....
making sure she won't try Again....
or draw another claret Line....
he asked wailing wind to Wind....
with all strength the wind could Find....
to run through its Leaves....
to say what the white tree Sees....

"do not cry you  who  lost  your  Stars...
white tree can see  your  Scars....
no  need  to know the Names....
of the pictures drowned in Frames...."

and ever since, she every Day...
in the city made from shades of Grey....
lady and her ancient Friend....
all the time they Spend....
all the secrets they Share....
and each time she herself from darkness Spare....
everyday missing her Misery....
is the White Trees
Victory...."

so now go to Sleep...
one day you'll grow Old...
and should future make you Weep...
should the world turn gray and Cold....
find your White Tree Alley....
inside that shadow Valley....
Every  Despair  Holds....

once in my world of darkest Rainbow....
black colour poured all over my Heart....
when i saw a girl under a Willow....
the rain was just about to Start....
i didn't dare to make a Sound...
under the leaf-less Tree...
wind didn't disturb the sadness-Drowned...
not her, the angel of Nobody...
bearer of signs in crimson Style..
lines filled by all the secrets she Kept..

and all i could give was my painted Smile..
to my Lady Willow Wept.

Trying to erase her Past....
She desperately Longs for....
Wanting to be Last....
Wanting to be More....
Loving White....
But wearing Black....
With wish to take a Bite....
She puts chocolate Back....
Loving Rain....
But staing under Roof....
Wrists decorated with Pain....
Eyes Waterproof....
Wishing for someone to Care....
Wishing for world to End....
My Lady Despair....
My only Friend....
....
Me....
Just like i have always been....
My own Wife....
My own Knife....
Forever stuck between....
Trying to live my Life....

....And trying to run away from it....

the Queen of Night.
the Walking Wonder.
Quirky Delight.
a Living Thunder.

barking at Dogs.
necklace with Bloodstones.
saving small Frogs.
from traffic war Zones.

inciting Fights.
among the fence Poles.
dancing through Lights.
steps shared by lost Souls.

avoiding Cracks.
inside of Walkway.
fixing Syntax.
of ash in Ashtray.

gives pristine Jewels -
royal gift to Ants.
two sugar Cubes,
for loyal Servants.

another Bar.
moon isn't down Yet.
does not live Far
and longs to Forget.

purse full of Change.
deformed by train Wheels.
orders in French.
with cute smile that Heals.

sparks in her Eyes
reveal her Passion:
flirting with Guys -
out of Compassion.

avoiding Salt,
and telling Secrets.
touching Basalt,
with increased Frequence.

mourning for Wine -
four empty Glasses.
makes stars Align -
while playing with Matches.

walks out the Door.
with grace of stray Cat.
to a near Store.
just to get yelled At.

drowsy sun Yawns.
or so birds Whisper.
running though Lawns.
now streets will miss Her.

like drunken Bee.
and full of Chuckles.
finally Free.
yet always in Shackles.

Endings alike beginnings,
all are scary and hard.
Losses alike winnings,
both will leave us scarred,
with new name burned in mind,
and fingers crossed.

There never was a happy ending.
Not for us. Not even apart.
But the time we spent spending,
in our pointillistic art:
So beautifully bare - and
like broken sieve.

And so with air in our chests,
we meet for the last time.
Lovers, strangers, and guests -
committing innocent crime.
Suddenly we're both left behind.
Suddenly we're both lost.

Wilted willows are gently weeping.
Farewell then - my cypress flower.
My depressed beauty with trouble sleeping.
My either too hot or too cold shower.
My princess of despair.
My will to live.

The two pairs of eyes that like to miss.
Air cold and hard to breathe in.
"Sure, I believe in silence."
I hate when we fight like this.
Sheets inspired by Berlin.
Sky pouring droplets of violence.

Feeling there's nothing left to discuss
Frost turning glass into art
Sometimes fate clings to weather
"There is no future for us.
Perhaps not even apart,
But definitely not together."

This is not sad it's not blue,
we knew this was coming from get go.
As we say our last -
"I love you."
"I love you...."
And finally -
let go.