The End, The Beginning \m/

There are no justice,
It all boils down to Razor's own fist,
And all Hell breaks loose,
For all battle for their survival,
The good of him has fallen,
The evil around him arises,
Humans blinded by their emotions,
The ego puts one to submission,
The enjoyment is the temptation,
The freedom is all a distortion,
Delusion and illusion,
The reality is just a perception,
You put Razor to his demise,
Strip him disgrace him to shame,
His demon is his eminence,
The final call is his answer,
Turn his love to violence,
For his love was deceived,
By your every kind words,
Meant nothing more than empty words,
The pinnacle is here,
In the next sunrise,
Over the edge of noon,
Every remnants of his demon,
Forms the true rage of his destiny,
To satisfy his violence lust,
To end his suffering or,
Create a new world order,
Justice shall be served by a lesson in violence,
By the dead or the living.

To my blood brethren, I wish for you to be my Parents and brother again in time to come. Thank you for giving me this life. \m/

The haunting of She \m/

It haunts all of his senses, each time, asleep or awake, there is no escape. To where he move, is to where stood, gazing at vivid images replaying in front of his eyes again and again. She is not something to be called to shrug off his mind, the importance of her existence, sets a meaningful presence to all of himself. It touches his life with all his six senses to be unite in his one core, deep down in his heart, creates a mark and so does a scar. All has turned into his haunting memoir, illusions and delusions, his happiness into dreams, his misery into reality. Sleep no more, awake is futile, the middle is in battle, in void he withdraws. Nowhere to turn to, no refuge to be taken, for his true life is gone, nothing can be done, for all he got is lost within the one. \m/