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Hey... I am bored.

What will I do about it?

I will not do much about it. I have no imagination.

This is my latest poem.

Darkness

Death

Destruction

Doom

Why

Poem a´la Yoshiki

I'm not much of a 'blogger'..

I have been busy since I am a very busy man. It is time for me to rest.

Today has been good.

The weather was good, the sun was shining but there were clouds covering it so the sun didn't come out.

I have been writing poetry lately. It is a way to calm me down, find peace in my soul and be able to have an excuse to my friends why I am drinking wine all the time.

They call me a alcoholic. I believe that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I am never drunk. Alcohol is like water to me.

This is my latest poem.

In night of roses red as blood

I think of thorns and needles

My legs are weak, my hand reach out

But I can not reach you even if I try

In day as bright as light and smiles

I think of you and me

My hands are tied to our deadly faith

But I still can't find or reach you

Night and day are all the same

My wine and me are alone

Night and day will never change

As long as I cling like this to memories

I will never forget you, my love, my hate

The one who made me alive and beating

This needle that I use to cut my wrists

Is the same you used for heroine

So what do you think?