2nd (no title poem?)

Trees were my shelter,
Rivers were my blood,
The soil was my flesh,
Metal formed my bones,
Nature is my everything my weapon.

I was born an annihilator,
Bit and tear through the blood path i crafted,
The path people so fear yet so admired,
I drowned beyond the darkest path,
Flowing in the darkness my memories recalls.

Voiceless shout,
Tearless pain seep deep in,
Living the path of loneliness,
Mirror,
A clear reflection in the darkness,
Destroying every single mask I've worn,
Revealing the darkest side of my own.

Memories stream,
Free flowing,
Scattering about with its essence,
Threadlike formless it seems.

Falling crystal tear,
Summoning my soul,
Bit into my bones and grew even deeper,
The intense feeling ... the deep burning sensation never fade.

I reach out my bloody hand,
Grabbing the pure white calling,

Milady,
Was it worth it?
Gambling the last hope on a demon born to kill.

The eternal rhythm,
Echoes deep into my heart,
That was a song i heard,
Somewhere deep within a voice called,
Fading image formed once again,
Revealing the truth of a half blood child.

Worst day in my driving life

for hell once i "kiss" my teacher car and block the traffic . . .

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screw lorong kecil !