Poisin WineDrunk in a glass of clear wine,Poisin Wine
Thick with my enmity,
Consumed with slow decay of depth,
Tired of holding my apathy,
Asking for forgiveness,
Holding on tight to my remnants,
Of summer days,
Wondering my meaning,
And whether they deserve,
The poisin in my soul.
Tricks of WarThe night’s shadow transfixed on – Tiny children dumped by sinsTricks of War
Dissonance of gunfire – With beauty of cries
Fireworks that rape the earth – Fallen from horrible flying beasts
Silence creeps in like mist – Wrapping bodies with lost breath
Child’s crying scatters the emptiness – That hides a tear’s desire
Reality is shattered for a moment –
And the mirror reflects black light
The smoke flies into the morning sky – But there are no birds to cough
The ground shakes to the music – Of the steps of death
Huang YunnYears have passed; my knuckles have stopped pulsating red with a mixture of blood and adrenaline. Though from time to time, I can still feel a slight twitch deep in the dark crevices of the past.Huang Yunn
Easily ironic isn’t it? Loving is a sun, the center of your universe, when it is full and thriving. But loving is also an indescribable darkness, which consumes the universe, when it is empty and dry.
Life is full of stoplights, green to move forward, yellow to slow down, and red to stop. Every driver’s dream is a world without red stoplights, without meeting a yellow light, and a
Wah~
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