A Poem

After left all the tears dry out

And the cry that was my fault

We sudden realize
Happiness don't make good poems

Ω - Omega

Softly regrow as nature heal the self
Easily matter into energy melt
Done and it's back to life
In the palm of my hands all thrive

The global balance set under my will
If I learn to manipulate all I feel
I think I've been changing reality a lot
But now I know everything has it's plot

I'm not sure If I need to physically exist
So go back in time to see what I missed
Forcefully evolve into what I want to be
A blink of an eye and I was never here

Omega

XIII

They come for last of us
Research the origin of life

The Hoar

The Bleat

Rats feed by the borders
Cus' little mouth only there fit
Any like cat would see just meat
A lion sleeping over the bleat
Of sheeps who only obey
Into this place I've chosen to stay

And play it before kill

With blood it must fulfill

Alone in the dark (When my deepest fears rises)

Still in the cold of me drowning in darkness
A sense of fear of nothing is right behind me
Calmly slow my breath down eyes wide open
Calmly I just feel the rush

Like a stone into the lake
The waves of disturbancing thoughts
Over me
I hold them with my own bare hands
And let they flow
As being part of me

Take control of myself again
Into the eye of the storm
Right after the darkness hour
I see the light of me

I lost my old self
With my name erased
And all my sin commited

And I will still wear my own flag
When I know what inside you lack
Right after my certanly death
Elation of grace and relief