Snake

As the snake grows.
Its skin no longer feed its purpose.
The skin sheds silently.
And the snake's limit to its power has been extended.

You may not recognize my skin anymore.
But its just me,
In the next level.

A white butterfly

I was playing dota
A game that all lusts to kill,
hatred forms on the battlefield.

A white butterfly stops by on my shoulder,
it feels so weird.
when something so pure lands on the evil.

void.

I lightly palm down the lid of the laptop.

The butterfly flies.

no more games, now serious.