hiroprotagonist

The world through my eyes it is never really back or white i always include that in everything i write somethings have bright, wild colours but mostly its more of a distinct grey always seem to wear blue on a black day my dreams are washed over cream stepping in puddles of off-white shell infatuated with the sound of the calling bell indigo is my future of misery and self-loating where ontop i find myself just-about floating black and red show the state of my heart the fire within, passion and devestation rules let me cast my vengence on those incompetant fools yello is the saviour, my one, my grace it goes with all, it is gi

*Another Dark Poem A figure Comprising of totally unorganic components Wondered the meaning of life The text of his metallic shell read 'A8 ORT' No sense of feeling, or emotion, or moral value What was his purpose? His search was useless, just as his power to reproduce No future generations to father If he could feel, redundant would be the first Finally understanding his only purpose He was never meant to live to begin with

Gonna try and get a poem on here every day just like a kamikaze pilot and the brothers before me hurtling towards my chosen enemy picked out of a few destruction prevails guilt and conscience but it is 5 seconds before when i notice their eyes thats its my own eyes i see Death is only a sigh