Oh iOS, dreary titan of technology!
An SOS, hidden in secret typology!
Oh woe is me, tragic symphonic melancholy

If heaven had eyes, and hell had ears
Heaven would see, and hell would hear
The discordant storm, the miasma of tears

The screen is blank, my heart is dead
Error! Error! The bleak message read
Death marches slow, overlord of dread

Bright red head and monolith of Mac
iSurrender, iGiveup, Iambeggining to crack
Silent foot falls across the carpeted track

The darkest song of the darkest day
appleID.apple.com in the mindless gray
Hark! Hark! Once more into the fray!

March my brothers, to full lines and all!
Some may die today but the victors stand tall!
Monoliths of glory, providers of tech support call!

iPod, iTunes, iCloud, iPhone, iPad iknowitall!
Prices beyond reason, reset, restore and reinstall!
Kings of iLog, rulers of this bleak blue ball

Apple support for one! Apple support for all!
Unless your outside your support eligibility!
Sorry! Not my call!

There's a lunatic in my mirror.

A nonsense poem
A nonsense song
A nonsense line
A nonsense rhyme
Nonsensical nonsense
Time after time
Just for something
Something to write

I was blinded by the word "Love".
Like entering a world full of sparks.
I remembered the time when they try to pull me out,
But I was to stubborn to stop.

I didn't listen to their advices,
I never gave any second glance.
I offered my heart,
As a ticket to a place I thought would last.

One day, everything shattered in front of me.
I tried to fix things but never succeed.
I plead to give me a seconde chance,
But was not granted.

I was like a child being thrown out of a house,
Looking for a place to hide,
When the storm arrive.

I cried in the corner,
Waiting for him to rescue me.
But he never did.

I walk.
I run.
But then, this time they pulled me again,
Back to the reality I thought I will never see again.

They saved me from the depths of the dark hole I created for myself.
Slowly, I'm trying to fix myself,
patching up the fragments left broken somewhere.