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hello to you i'l write nothing but my life

my pictures are blane and so am i, just like a cloud that has no sky

the air is so cold that i've been told, but who am i to judge?



do you like the cold too? if not i will just conclude this poem about my life which i will end with a rusty knife.

i will say yours faithfully but i'm gonna see you again maybe then you'll like the cold so i've been told.



see you my strange friend

this is a poem my friend wrote for me after we watched this episode of "ssamurai X", it was the one when the have a flash back into the life of the phsycho thats always either smiling or laughing.



a blood curdling cry of a pathetic lament

a distant sigh of content

and the binding words "yes sir"

were the only sounds of my mouth a-stir



the outcasting hits from my family

after the passing of my mummy and daddy

created tese scars that run up and down my limp body

too scared to cry out for help from anybody



i came across a murderous stranger

killing off all the officers

he even cut one down the middle

then turned on me with a face quite sutal



he was cloaked entierly in bandages

and he told me a saying meant for savages

"the strong shall live, the weak will perish"

i lived by this which erned me his merit.



i changed his bandages

i even gave him a bed to sleep in

i told him why i smiled in pain

to make it seem as if what they were doing was in vain



on one evening my family noticed the bandages missing

they came after me un-mercilously

before then the stranger gave me his sword

i never thought id use it for what i used it for



i took hit after hit from them until i couldnt take it

i ran to th house and un-sheathed it

blinded by rage

i ran after them carrying the sword in an insane craze



i sliced them into the little pathetic peices they were

and turned to he, the stranger

all the while i smiled and walked with him to another day

forever onword, eomotions wont show, for i'll laugh the pain away...