The Gray Terminal

After long, oppressing Eight almost meets Decade Through raining pain and sorrows in buckets, filled with waters of the stone. with it I watered a fire, this old born flare hoping to tame its mare. to grow a tree, that bore good tidings. Instead the flames grew,with every droplet I threw It thirsted for that element, that sorrowful brew. the very same brew, a chained enigma, Locked in grills of memoir's grave.   It’s keeper sought an Eve, a beauty too costly. His soul was sold,after morning’s glimpse. Truly a fool.That beauty killed him, and yet he sought it thus the enigma freed, bore a spark and left it on grounds within his heart. Lusting an evil,writhen and sweltering his sights bled a river Its blood I call the brew.   A firestorm Rages still, Incinerating with merciless fury Consuming my helpless soul. Its flames are dark, sears every tear Pain of such agony, Like a finger it dug into petty flesh penetrating the bon...

Truly, truly humans are odd.We celebrate an occasion on a specific day of the year every three-hundred and sixty five and a quarter days later, under the really funny excuse of “it only occurs once a year”.   Ever wondered why or how fast the “once a year” event thing arrives again, feeling like it happened just yesterday? It felt really funny.I spent the so called “new year” in my miserable room, reminiscing what I did last new year.The fireworks went off outside, I heard its familiar pops and bangs with the funny irony of seeing people in Garena, rather than them going to join the party crowds as well.Maybe they’re just like me.Or they’re too lazy.Or they’re getting the new year’s love mood with someone special.You know what I mean. I did the exact same thing last year, only this year Garena didn’t offer free goodies to “the first 100 people who click this countdown banner”, well they didn’t even have the banner on this year.Yet despite that there were gamers, lots ...