Poetry and Writings

The most sweet The most kind They will relinquish thine mind But capture thine heart. It's a blessing  If you know where to start  Sharing their enthusiasm to the arts.  Peace and quiet and ease of whole That's what's their poetry to all. 

Corrupt mind Corrupt soul Wicked temper In most wicked temple of their own.  There is no resistance and it's most futile, We fight our vices  Because they are the most vile. 

The legend says  Humanity is doomed again. The legend says  Heroes will rise again Fighting with the gloom, One infinite doom. What if all the glory isn't worth it? Isn't worth the story? Isn't worth the fight? What if free falling is completely alright?

The legend says  Humanity is doomed again. The legend says  Heroes will rise again Fighting with the gloom, One infinite doom. What if all the glory isn't worth it? Isn't worth the story? Isn't worth the fight? What if free falling is completely alright?

Clock is ticking, It is ticking I stress. Mind is clicking, While I play my time Like if it was chess.  The truth is I'm not such a good  Of a chess player. Life ticks away when I fight my way To corner that opponent's king. 

Cheap Nirvana on my mind. Bottom line it's whisky time, No sensation just the roll Who will make me take the toll, Undermine government's control We are bloody saints in comparison  To them all. 

...my name.  To the end of the game. Screenshot my name, Life is simple and sain, Breaking bricks upon pain, We are all taking part in the insane. Forget the money,  Start working for the art, It's almost like a hunger game. Survive. Simple and plain. 

You could have suffered And now you just sneeze All that pain takes the control Time to let the feelings let go From the destruction Into the vain You need a friend? Give me your name.  Life is prominent, scenes are the same. People confuse it all with their fantasy. 

Mooring to the shore, I can no longer ignore the travesty... Feelings fade away, But I'm here myself to stay. Stuck in between being bruised  And losing the dream, I fear I'm not sorry I'm a sailor Who committed almost no sin. Floating away.

Cold combat, Fighting with Lucifer Some shots, some kicks,  Some cuts, some hits.  He is never falling to that creek Holy water races through  He is still fighting you. Time to heal and read a prayer Demon may begone My time as archangel is already gone away.