This blade, so primitive.
Yet so powerful...

Searching for that someone to bequeath upon them...
My perquisition goes on, somehow coming up empty...

Age 19? Seems like 91
Forced to grow up too fast...

Death before dishonor,
this our code of honor...

I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't breathe
Without thinking of you...

Love, you fickle feline
Taking padded steps in stealth...

Slowly navigating it's way through my veins.
Tension builds...

I wish I could touch your soft tender skin
Hold you in my embrace, to let you know whats...

Take my restricting shackles of existence
Remove my misguided temptations...

It kills me...
To see the young go hungry...

When I die, don't bury me.
Prop me against my favorite tree...

My heart used to be whole, now it's just wholely...
When you used me, abused me, and berated me you...