chocolate

The more I bite on the chocolate in my hand,
the darker my hearts become.
It makes me so depressed.

So depressed.

No words can describe.
Its just sad.
I can feel sadness from this piece of cocoa
I can feel it's hatred
I can feel it's sorrow.

But I'm not going to sympathy it
cause I am just the same
with a sad piece of chocolate.

Rain

Its raining.
I don't hate the rain.
I don't love the rain.
Its just a normal rain.
With thunder striking,
and the sky raging.
The water floods through the land
and rushes through all the routes.
Clearing all the sins
that one has made.

Time

A great strong boulder
breaks down to huge rocks
then to rocks that are kicked around.
Soon to pebbles that are not even seen
and to sand, to dust. Gone.

Time is the killer,
Time is evil.
But the more you kill time,
the more time kills you.
Learn to love time,
and time will love you.

He is not evil,
it was just I
who was evil a moment ago.
Time is innocent.
It was just me.

Do you know what I do want

As the chilling winds pours through the air,
those seeds of nature, the source of all living,
flows around to all sides of the world.
Find that wind that leads to me,
and then maybe you will understand
what do I want.

I want to be like the air
Its not because being the air is outstanding
Nor is it because I will gain freedom.

Just that I want to be the air
The air that mankind all breathes
The air that brings peace.

Just that.
Just that.

Evil

I have long wanting to love and bring peace
I have long wanting to gain power
I have been exploiting the weakness of mankind
Is that evil?

Maybe it is.
But I will continue doing this shit,
even if its evil.
How I wish I was still naive and stupid.
Then I won't have such a ranged dream.

Tears

I dropped a tear. I don't know why.
I did not yawn, I'm not sad.
But beneath my frozen heart seals a wild fire
It has been freed. The ice has melted.
The darkness that has been dead so long,
Reborn itself.
I'll remain my smile if i can.
But a tear drops,
from the bottom of my heart.

Its just like hell

I don't know whyI don't know how
I'd just fell in love
Blame the hormones
Blame everything
But it is just pain
Its just like hell
To have a painful love

It is just like hell.

What is love

What is love?
1. a strong positive emotion of regard and affection?
2. any object of warm affection or devotion?
3. have a great affection or liking for?
4. a beloved person?
5. get pleasure from?
6. a deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction?
7. be enamored or in love with?
8. a score of zero in tennis or squash?
9. sleep together: have sexual intercourse with?
10. sexual love: sexual activities?

The above 10 is what you will get from the dictionary.

But if you'd ask me what love is.

I will surely answer,
"Its the true peace from one's heart "

Vigoss never fails

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me...

Vigoss.

Nothingness

Pluck a leaf

Pluck a leaf,
It still breathes.
Why? Why does it endures death
And still continues to breathe?

Doesn't it knows it is going to die?

Doesn't it knows it is going to be the end?

Every leaf has it's own responsibility
And death weighs nothing to it.
Born to feed the tree
Die to feed the tree
Not leaving it's own place even if doomed.

It's the pride that keeps the breathing.
It's the will that keeps the breathing.
Death arrives.

And a reborn of a new leaf.