He's a machine,
An instrument of death.
Ready to take your last breathe.

Whoosh
His scythe glides.
His sword slides.

Bang
His gun roar.
A death of more.

Death is inevitable.
Life is distructrable.
One. Good. Hit.
You're in the pit.

A candy; sweet and special
Picked from the rest
Pray to god you're the best.

Wonderful flavor at first
Amazing, addicting, can't get enough
The rush fades,
Thirst came to replace.

Sweet became bland
Rush became fatigue
Though, memory is grand.

Water on hand,
I can relieve the thirst,
But so does the memory
Of the one great flavor

Mornings filled with bliss.
Evenings passed, cold and afraid.
What happened to us?

Built by time,
Shaped by wind
Majestic it truly is.
Admired and praised.

Perfection from a far,
Flaws up-close.
Tall and tough it might be.

Pressure.
Change.
Uncertainty.
Mountains may crack from within

"I love you, baby"
He sincerely say to her.
"Thank you", she replied.

I am jealous of the sun,
For it greets you every morning
With its endless rays of brazen sunlight.

I am jealous of the moon,
For it tucks you in every night
With a sweet lullaby extracted from nature itself.

But most of all,
I am jealous of the stars.
Because even though we may lay under the same night sky,
The stars see you more than I.

She's a diamond in rubble.
The northern star in night sky.
Other girls speak mumble,
but she utters wisdom.

All I wanted was her.
The beauty, the greatness.
All of it, she have it.

I found a gem in rocks.
The guiding light in dark skies.
She's the beauty in rough,
and I found her.


-to my one and only