Poetry makes me wonder.. WTF!

Straight to hell.. heterod lähevad põrgusse - hea seegi, et vähemalt pärast surma saan aega veeta soojal maal kus kedagi miski ei huvita :p

Sometimes it seems like everything that is gone past was best. But imagine a day when that kind of changes take only minuts.. that cheese popcorn we ate was definately better than one with bacon flavour, and as you may imagine, the taste gets even worse when it cools down, and soccer game is getting and getting more boring.. not to mention that now i just got headache.. and hell, beer is out. Well.. when i feel bad or sometimes when my artistic strength is in low, i tend to write somekind of poetry. This one what i write here now is actually done in past.. but anyways, i just feel that i throw that shit out now. Ok, i don't know much about poetry.. and therefore actually saying if it's any good or most amateur thing you ever read, is up to you guys and gyals.

One man army

The world under fancy shining shell,
hits my eye, i should tell,
corruption fills the souls of shadows,
eyes are cold, when lost is battle.
Last wisemans stand
on road to hell,
catching silent whispers
of broken bell.
They wonder,
hoping to find the reason
why no-one rise against
the silent season.

Then one sais:
“Without anything i now end there,
this is my no more point,
lost cause in my head”.
A moment and he fades.
Rattle of meaningless death,
caused by the mighty despair,
eventually fills also my head.
Only one now remains,
he is alone and scared,
in emptiness, he still guards,
something, somewhere.

Ok, tomorrow i let my positivity come back again.. Tschüs