Tis a fickle and brittle thing,
Love.
To some it comes as easy as living,
Others find it impossible to even see.
For me...it's useless now.
I can no longer feel it.
I've searched for months.
But I never can find it again.
Maybe...just maybe...
I never found true love in the first place.

They were like fire.
Warm and comforting, yet dangerous and destructive.
The first lured me in with warmth I've never felt.
But as they say, "You play with fire, you get burned."
I got scorched instead.
The last, she was flickering, dying out. So I brought her back to life.
She warmed up and comforted me well.
Sadly she still flickered every once in a while.
But I turned back to the constant warmth of my true home.
I got scorched yet again, but the injury still hurts...


               I should've brought her in...

Peace and War. Order and Chaos...
Those coincide with one another, no matter the circumstance;
Never one without the other.
Such as humanity too.
Always at war with each other.
Fighting like small childeren.
No world or society is without it, incomplete without Chaos.
For Chaos provides the first step.
A step to go into Order.
Humanity will never advance father than it has.
True Peace and Order...we shall never achieve.

Death's Mockingbird
Hush little mortal don't say a word,
Death's gonna bring you a mockingbird.
And when that mockingbird won't sing,
Death's gonna bring you a diamond ring.
And when that diamond ring does break,
Death's gonna throw your body in the lake.
And when you can no longer breathe,
Then that cursed mockingbird will sing.
So hush little mortal don't say a word,
Death's on his way with your mockingbird.

He brings life at first sight
Peace roles through the waves
But if you look within
There the pain hides
If you come to close
You can’t breath
When he goes away
Well you die