The blood that taints the hands

the tears that end a life

how horrible these things are, but people find beauty in

it is scary, thinking about the pain

leave yourself alone if you want to discover

the pain

did it hurt, when you tripped and they laughed?

did it hurt when you cried so much you couldn't breathe at all?

did it hurt when you beat them up?

does it hurt?

pain doesn't help anyone

but sometimes, it'll help you

at the worst of times

Death

something that was once a form of sadness

now, a form of happiness

sleeping everlastingly

with only yourself

and yourself alone

the baby in the mothers' arms was named lone

though the mother had many loans

The child died the next day due to cancer

the mother did not cry nor did she laugh

but she smiled

You, were at the funeral, and cried

but how could the mother smile, as if she was drunk on wine?

well, death is an everlasting thing

how would she be able to help her child with the amount of debt she had?

she never thought it would turn out this way, did she?

you are only an outsider

you may think death is a horrible thing yes it is,

but to many others, it is an escape from the cruel, wicked, world

which has tainted the lives of many innocent people

turning them into miserable creatures

who only hurt others, and make others' lives worst

and you are not allowed to judge that

but you are only allowed to help stray those people from the very last option

and to also strain them from resorting to wickedness

Death

once a form of sadness

now a form of happiness

There was once a man named Live

he lived in a house filled to the brim with cats

he was a short young man indeed

but even when he was the most humble person in a crowd

the rumors commenced

"I heard he can't see anything evil!" one person said

"I heard he talks to dead spirits!" another one said

"I heard he's high when he comes to the gospel!"

slowly but surely the short man took those rumors to heart

because who knew that one of those rumors would be real

one day he met a girl named Meleesa

they talked for the whole day

and he hadn't seen a girl like that in a while

a few months go by and the short man takes a trip to the forest

he hikes and hikes until he feels something beneath his feet

the short man digs up the place until he sees it, a dead girl

the short man couldn't recognize the face

it looked like it was already decaying though

but the more he looked at it

the more it looked familiar

who is the dead girl?

Muspell, the god of fire and infernal

he burns everything with a single touch

one day he meets a lady

cold as ice

her name was Nifl

her touch could freeze anything

Muspell had never seen such beauty in a woman before

it excited him to see someone exactly like him

but they were opposites, destined to clash

Muspell sighed and hugged his loneliness

Nifl challenges him and freezes him in victory

leaving him and his burning grace, to fall apart

a walk on a different planet

pluto

a walk on a small planet

excluded from its own system

like an outcast

if you walk on pluto

don't you think you're just like pluto?

The woman that stands before me

She wears the color violet

Tommorow she wore the color blue

The woman was elegant and fierce

A woman that was loyal I should say

But how come a woman who was once violet

Become blue

Well, life changes

Even she changes too

And so will you

The sweet lullaby,

like a cheap bottle of soju

or an expensive bottle of wine

the woman who looks around the liquor store feels

grief

sorrow

anger

all but an act to wash away her already aching heart

This sweet lullaby

is the lullaby that gets you addicted

until the point where you everlastingly

sleep