Living SkeletonI wear my skin quiteLoosely like a jaded shirtThat hates my figure.
Impulsive InstinctsMy heart pumps blood andYet I'm deathly pale; dark cloudsShielding me from life.
No Other Better SensationThe chasing thrill ofSmashing a puck in the netMakes me feel alive.
Weapons Of FantasyIf you find yourselfFacing an enemy, beSure to cast magic.
Soldering OnNo holds barred, eventsSeems unfair; yet stand your groundAs things will look up.
Little WarmthI have my own Sun;Although it's dying I strikeA match, all is well.
The Woes Of Spartan 117Her painful absenceAffects him; it's so bad heTalks to his shadow.
Brain GerminationInspiration isSuch a treasured gift; likeSeeds it needs guidance.
Choke On ThisMy milk must hates me;I take a few sips then aCoughing fit descends.