They all say that you are a 'Bad Idea'.
But than again, like I'm good at decision making.

As you have gone..
.. I'm romancing with the rain.
But, every drop on my bare skin..
.. Reminds me of you, your touch and your fingertips on my skin.

As the current from the torture chair flow in my veins,
I forget all the past pains.
Tried to discover the old me as I lost my consciousness,
He was standing right there with my parents.
Old times, Faded memories comes alive.
Fishing with dad,
Playing baseball with friends,
And smell of Mom's homemade brownies,
How can I forget them?
They have been a part of me.
But Then I saw shadow of mine from the present.
Scared, screaming, drowning in the pool of dead.
And trying to forget all the pain from the past by loosing self in the present cycle of pain and unconsciousness.

If I ask you about your favorite sound,
which one will you choose?
To me and Greg, it's those girls rhymecal screams.
Louder and Louder , they hit the perfect note.
But sadly it is only a one time show,
Because sooner or later they had to die, to feed the devil inside.

Me and Greg, never been any girl's first choice,
So we decided to be their last.
Well our innocent faces always spell the charm.
The girls happily hop into our car for a last drive,
Unaware of the hidden surprise.
As soon as they become comfortable, We offer them drinks and pizza.
After all it's a norm to feed your prey before you cut them into pieces.
As soon as the poisoned drink start its work,
One of us hop on the back seat to satisfy the lust.
Turn by turn we feed our self.
And enjoying those screams as we cut them.
Feel really bad because each one of them was a master piece.
But soon we manage to forget the pain and prepare our self for another game.

[P.S. They guy was a soldier ]

When my hero come back,
He had his cape wrapped around his legs.
On a wheel chair,
Which was moving by his father's pale hands.
Watching me standing still in shock,
He tried to crack a joke.
But this time my lips didn't make a move,
And tears, tears shed like shower as I fell on the ground to hug him more.
Found my lost comfort in his arms,
And my breath in the warmth of his breath.
Tears drew from my eyes,
Which he kissed and make them say goodbye.

To forget the pain , both families planed a outing on a new land.
Surrounded by many but alone.
Until I saw his eyes holding our whole dream world.
But soon the storm raging in, when he claimed that he is not the one for me.
He killed me that day with his words,
When he told me he will find me the best man in the world.
I laughed because it was the perfect joke he has ever cracked.
How can he find me the best man when he is the one?

Soon the wedding day come, i found my own man.
I asked my hero to be my best man, because no one could be best but him.
Reaching at the bride's place, I asked for a moment to introduce my man and it goes something like this I said.

Been together for 26 years, played, cried and laughter shared.
Even on your worst joke I laughed with my whole heart because baby it's only you how can make me laugh.
So tell me how can you find me the best man when you ate only best i know.
Tangled my heartbeat with your the day we declared our love.
I know forever is a long time , but i don't mind spend it by your side.
So tell that you do, you do feel the same.
And with tears in his eyes he said yes, yes, yes.

I am a collector,
Collect coins, sculptures and more.
But the highlights of my collection are human souls
Whom I collect every night from the road.

Drug addicts and homeless are the best for my collection,
Because they never ask stupid questions.
With a wide smile on my face, I spread my net to catch the fishes.
And for some money, drinks and for a comfortable place they get ready,
Get ready to fill the void in my collection place.
As soon as the night gets darker, I polish my instrument to carve my new soul.
Tie them to bed, perform different experiments on them.
Pushing them to death and bring them back.
And whole night we play the same game back to back.
I took picture and take record to mark their pain and store their memories in my brain.
Till now nobody survived till dawn .
So every night I drive on the foggy road in search of a new soul.