Reflected Hate

 

I glare upon a horrific image

as it snarled back with hate.

I damned its very existence

So did it to me.

 

I despised his visage

and abhorred his carriage

I disgust at his actions

His every single fraction.

 

This revulsion I had

Drives me mad

My vengeance never had

because of one sole fact:

 

I’d flail my fist into his temple

Knives would pierce at my knuckle

If I’d shot at his head

I’d leave the neighbours with dread

If I’d throw him off my window

a million shatters would splatter below

Else I could slit my wrist

And suffer to watch him torment.

 

A phantom that could never be absent

Unless I kick a bucket

or strike and smash at every glint

But the worst of his quaint,

The ultimate truth : He's acutually me.

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Well it’s been a while now since I had actual time to update on my blog, so here’s a poem I wrote about how I’d feel most most of the time.

There are certainly a lot of things to update about, but more importantly the deadline of the Game design competition is near and we are currently hustling to finish it’s production.

p/s: we dropped the whole strategy/war thing because at the workshop they unveiled to us a grandly mother-fucked-up theme which sort of flattened our entire 2 week’s worth of work.Kien Bang’s team pulled out as well, they had last minute hardware issues and they lost all their game’s data. He’s scripting for our team now, we’d promised to share the prize with him.