aim your lance, grip it tight.
draw those swords, and draw some blood.
like the calvary, armed for a fight
so its the same, with that battle in my heart.


just reflecting abt today... i was thinking. you're weak.
wat can you do abt it? train? now?! great idea.
just when i got on my hands, i remembered my stitch
its like a bar, placed over a meter.
its just restricting me and making me hopeless.
this is so gay, incase people dont realise, a stitch
isnt something thats like woah so cool
its well, much of the direct opposite.
may, you are right, it does resemble a frankenstein.
frozen at the joints.
and muscles made no point.
screws and nuts i dont lack.
leave this poor frankenstein alone.
leave him here, and head for home.

thats right, head for the hills, im really feeling moody
today.
i dont know, and i dont know.
how many people treat these posts for real.
emo maybe for attention seekers.
wat we're forgetting here
are the heart matters.
let it simmer for a little too long
kaboom and everything is gone.
maybe i'll start believing this nightmare
myself.
is life so forlorn
who am i?
life's antagonist?