ninja-spawn

In this moment, the world which I view is turning so fast I wish it would stop, this rollercoaster world Or at least it should slow to reasonable speeds Always so dizzy, spinning in circles with no clue what is where I try to take a step but the world decides to meet my face instead of my foot Nothing to do but get back up and try again, and again, and again for all my days Forever stumbling, forever falling, forever spinning Am I insane? My actions sure fit the definition: "Repeating the same actions, but hoping for different results" I feel insane, I feel so dizzy, I need to get off this rollercoaster world But wait, the ride is slowing, th

All these chains are binding me. My arms, my legs, and even my soul. These chains are my shadow, they cannot be removed. I wish i were like Peter Pan, for then I could be free. Free from this and free from that. Free from all things unnecessary. That is all I want. But all of these... these expectations, these chains, they bind me down they strangle me. They're like a noose, and my feet refuse to stop twitching. Just clinging to life, refusing to let go. I don't want to die, but I just might choke. If I cannot surface from these crushing waves, I will drown in my own attempts at accomplishment. I will not break, I will not bow, as the song go

This song of light It's reached its height As it falls I walk these halls Devoid of life Yet full of strife So sound the Bell Tolling in Hell The end of all Now prepare to fall

The blackened rose Withered and near its end Now in its final hours Against Death's cold grip it cannot defend With the grin of a skeleton Death closes in He finds his own joy Through misery of men He turns from the flower His eyes ablaze He returns to the rose But it has escaped His gaze

Hello! How goes it? Fancy a game? How about some chess? Your color you may name You chose the black? They all say you are wack But i know your ploy, to view my first move For the move of a pawn, one space or two? But why do you believe that it's the pawn who shall budge? Perhaps after this, the match of a grudge? Well it is certainly your choice But my concern i must voice, I am worried you'll fail, That your bucket won't bail Oh what a show! Now it's your to go