spider!

   i was born from a greatest man on earth. he made me great beautiful tough somehow. he is kind of a adoreable person, very brilliant, very genius, very wonder and future. until the spider came, took our happiness. a faithful second. a creepiest time. a stood minute one. then the greatness seems playing hide and seek now. but all i want to do is be a genius person. and i believe i will.

   and today i just collecting my entire floppy disk. to regain on core. in time to believe that i still live. to begin humming inside this idea. to bring this country moving forward againts those spiders. i believe.

zero!

you're made by snow. sun heat your head and you're melt like rain. back at the cold hill you're grow up with your friends. growing your pain, grow your emotion, grow your ego. now your heart is filled by colded red. solace. palace. now youre an ace. get ready to striking back your foes. when the sun came in. you evaporized into snow, and covering all of the earth's face. now sun went out. the ozone is cold. no need more sun to heat it. but now. snow's found her solitude. knowing that she's alone. alone around the temperature. there's no other number accompany her. and the zero number accompany her till dead.

cruel!

 it seems you already found this place

there is no safe house! it is only real on a left for dead game! in this real world, there is no place called safe.. house. this place is already robbed. yeah you again. there is no serenity, no words for freedom, and no sanctuary. you come again, and steal a thing. independent. it seems better that i have to go outside this universe and seek another great future white board to tell everyone that i am still alive.

run!

i should run beneath from my nose! i run! i run harder! where is the place of solitude? where is the place of harm. not on your shoulder. not on your arms. its here! i found the place. a stranded solitude. it feels like we only go backwards dont you know? i am tired of this. tired of this nightmare. tired of this game. i feel so much pathetic. so much dying. so much hatred. you are unknown. you are an alien. you aint love me. break it please. break it. backwards repeat backwards. run you are coming to town. bring joy is your armed weapons. you do nothing but push me into the side of the hill. you are silent. not for your toys. you talk to them. talk to them and make your toys silently. its me your pathetic friend.

WHAT DO YOU WANT!