Djinni

It's the most amazing feeling, you're ontop of the world and have the most heartwarming ideas.  Yet, a chill goes down your spine, the feel of inferiority, followed by anger and the determination to do anything.  You soar ontop of the world like a plane-until you get shot down- by a Flakvierling 38 as it rips through your wings (your gf destroying your confidence and pride) and sends the burning remains of your corpse to explode on the ground.  they fire and defile your grave as they cackle maniacally, everything can stop you now.  And everything has.  It'll get better you think, but save some time and commit suicide, only manipulators and in

and I look into your eyes... A cold chill passes over my body; I shiver. Then my eyes penetate deeper into the warm lust of your soul. You blush, I blush. Then as my tender lips touch yours you are gone. Taken from me by the cold hands of war; I will not stand for this. My body collapses to the floor as tears stream from my eyes, coating my laugh lines with salt. As I cry a black blanket engulfs my soul, I hold it closer, hoping for warmth. Simply cold, I cannot leave it behind, it fills me with an unforgettable, unleavable feeling. Hate. I hunch as spines erupt from my back, I thirst for blood and torture. "What happened?" You a

"When this soldier gets to heaven,       To Saint Peter he will tell; 'One more soldier reporting Sir,       I've served my time in Hell." And tears would flow fom his cheeks, Pouring into an everlasting pool of sorrow; He would walk towards the gates of Heaven, Greeted by his friends. Cheering, Singing, Laughing; About a great time's end. But they all knew deep down, It was truly the end. But nothing would stop them, They were all friends.