Its rather hard to maintain,
When you play a game,
That’s 97 percent girls.

The whole worlds trying to **** me,
Except you.
I love it. The savoury taste flooding my tastebuds.
The jar you’re held in, seems to grow ever bigger.
You on the other hand, seem to grow ever smaller.
Bit by bit, every single day.
So whenever you run out, I’ll buy some more.
Just to make the jar feel smaller.
But it seems lately, you’ve gotten sour,
The savoury taste long gone,
Oh! It’s sad! You’ve expired!
It’s a shame.
I’ll have to discard you.
Well, luckily, it’s not all a waste.
Without you, I wouldn’t have stayed on this earth much longer.
You’ve helped me to live.
It’s rather sad, for you.
But don’t worry, I won’t be sad for so long.
I’ll soon get another jar of kimchi.
Savoury, spicy, delectable.
You won’t be missed soon.

It’s all now a war zone
All because of text.
Each move we make now,
Will be scrutinised, mocked and so much more.
Each sight of each other, whether a glimpse or a stare,
Is like having a knife shoved into my throat.
We all hide behind makes of nonchalance,
But we can’t hide the unbridled hate, pain, insanity, when we are forced to smile at each other.
What were we before?
What are we now?
How long has it been, since we last laughed?
All this fighting makes me sick
This stupid, uncontrollable realm of emotions.
Joy. Sadness. Fear. Lust. Anger
The five primitive emotions that hold it all up, control the mind, and actions, sometimes noticed, sometimes not.
It’s all impulse, no rationality.
And because of such, we are enemies.
So much to lament, all because of emotion
So much to regret, all because of emotion
So much to hate, all because of emotion.
Such is my true enemy, emotion, that will drive the last stake into my coffin