For valentine's dayThe way you look at meWould be a cunning wizardCasting it's spell:Chain of feelingHolding that little thingLiving in my chest;Forcing my gazeTo the prism of the soulOf a living Fairy-tale.The love I'm feeling,If I could describeWould be a sunlight,AmplifiedBy the brightest cloudsOf heaven,Spreading it's white raysOf happiness.Or could be a burning heart,Heart on fireBy a sight,Igniting the world's other parts,Since I do not need them anymore,But I much more needThat fire of my heartTo be our guardianTo surround the two lover.
Pain haikuStrings of shadows pulled.Death dance of crazed violin;Haunting screams of pain.
PainStrings of suffer' pulled,Llike a violinBy the shadowy artistOf death,Holding chains of agonyStrikes downwardThe frightened soul,Putting it's blade into his heart,Slicing the two worlds:Black and white.
ReckoningI'm alone,And I'm afraid,I will not haveAny place in grave.I hope,When that renowned day comes,I will have my place,Amongst theseHonored hearts.But what can I give?I didn't do much,For the other,Looks like I haveNo such honor.So what would it be?Should be that,Even my heart didn't give?What's locked insideIt's unyielding grip?No, it can't be!As the sin corrupts the mind,And the mind corrups the heart,If the heart is corrupted,It will burn you to ashes.
What is the best way?Do you used to tendTo do things you like?Or do you used turnYour face from the light?Do you think,That choosing thebest way,Is a vital thing?Or is it the best way choosing,The vital part of everything?Or is it the bestNot to choose,Because there isNo vital part,Only the way of things.