Waiting.

I'm waiting for a hug.

Tonight.

With the world in my hands,
And the greatest of the fights,
I shall make one more stand,
And I will not die here, tonight.

Complication.

As things start to get complicated,
Nothing gets easier.
Then I remember the truths and the pains.
It doesn't work.

Feelings.

Nothing new.
Nothing you need to know.
Nothing I feel like sharing.

Something.

Bordering on nothing,
With everything else to give,
Looking for something,
So my heart can live.

Worry.

I have no idea what to think anymore.
It's something new that I see everyday.

Hate.

It's over.
But there's no satisfaction.
Not in this world of hate and anger.
It's very simple really:
It's really hard to be an optimist.

The day of finality.

Tomorrow is salvation.
Tomorrow is hope.
Tomorrow is strength.
Tomorrow is Friday.

Ain't life just great?

Day 2.

Survival is no hope in desire.
Desire to live, desire to die.
I have both.

Start.

Tomorrow it starts.
Is it what it is supposed to be?

Neuron.

The calm before the storm is tomorrow.
And there's nothing left to fight fate.

Unknown.

The world and wonders unknown.
It's all gone to hell.

Sleep.

I'm tired.

Final.

Finals are coming up.
I have to study.

I really don't care.

I leave it to fate.

Within.

Fear nothing but yourself.

You are one person.

I wonder.

One of my friends had trouble today.
Et tu, Brute?

Truth.

Many lied to me today.
I can tell.
You can tell.
It's not hard because it will always happen.
Am I telling the truth?

Stress.

The work keeps on coming.
It never ever stops.

Cold Misery.

It's so cold outside.
But so warm inside.
But I get kicked out.

Fair.

Am I the forgotten man?
The only one that cares?
The only one to stand?
Is it fair?

Sun.

My heart is filled with the useless cold,
The only rays of light I know.
When the sun falls it is all I hold,
It is the hope that never stole.

Desires.

Sleepless nights with insanity,
Nothing there but reality.
All my broken revelations,
And my desires forsaken.

Bloom.

The crimson flower,
The white bloom,
The blood I cower,
The impending doom.

Sky.

The blood coats one hundred skies,
And the innocence broken.
My lone heart never stops to cry,
And my hope stolen.

Collateral.

Infinite miles, Infinite space,
And the seconds not relevant.
Infinite tries in an infinite race,
And no finish line for the victor.

Quid Pro Quo.

100 posts.
100 hopes and dreams.
100 failures and disasters.

The Pain.

The pain never stops.
The sacrifice of a smile.
Just bring it on all at once.

Red sky.

I hope the world will not end.
End with the red sky.

Black.

The evil.
The nightmares.
Sometimes it's not that bad.
But when faced with overwhelming numbers,
And with no hope for survival,
Do You fight?
Or do you give yourself to evil?

Atone.

I need to atone for my sins.
Sins of all of us.
Sins of the world.

Sun.

This is the new day.
New sunrise.
New sunset.