Cake

A piece of chocolate cake
on my far-edged computer table.
it attracts me.
But I have yet to have my spoon.
It would be dirty
to hold the cake with my bare hands.

Hah! I guess I will just wait.
wait for my spoon to arrive.
wait for my time to arrive.
wait for you.
It appears that,
a piece of chocolate cake
is not as easy as a piece of cake.

Afterall

A road without streetlights.
An eagle without wings.
A box without a base.
A book without pages.
A fish without water.
a man without air.
a test without timing.
Faith without consideration.
A world without color.
It is still darkness,
Afterall.

pieces of my heart.

If I could cut out pieces of my heart,
and sell it.
What would it feel like?

Would it feel sad?

Would it be pain?

I don't really care, but

I am sure those pieces are not even worthy.
Nobody will want them.
Not even worthy,
to you.

Red

Since when,
did it rain blood in my world?
All the grass growing on the endless land
are being dyed red.
The wind that usually touches my skin,
is now sharpened, bringing the smell of blood lust.
The sun,
freezes at sunset,
making the clouds burn on fire.

Its all red.

slack

Why?
Just why?
I can read through things easily,
but my vision gets so blur.
My mind can react to swift actions ,
but my body just won't move.
Why can I understand excessive knowledge,
and not be able to perform them?
I'm just so pissed.

I would be a lot better off,
If I was stupid.
For the hatred, darkness, sorrow, pain and fear,
I wouldn't even understand if met.

A lot happier I will be at.

so deep...
thou shall not understand too.

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.