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Deadly elegance, Flawless killer. Sleek, shameless, smart. An assassin amongst barbarians. Lethal innocence, Fearless hunter. Sly, sudden, smooth. Executioner of those less worthy.

I speak in Haiku, Incase you didn't notice. Simply to annoy.

I feel like my feet wont ever touch the ground, I feel like I'm drifting upwards into the sound, I feel like nothing is impossible, And that this is forever. Music floods the senses, and into my head, I can't lie here and sleep in my cold hard bed, In my mind I'm soaring in a heavenly place, Far from responsibility, Far from rationality. There is no reason to be happy, But why mourn what could have been or never will, Music is my medicine, Music is my pill. My heart beating in time to the rhythm, My soul singing in unison to the choir, If I were to drop dead, this second, I wouldn't care, If there is a heaven I'm already there

Hand is black ink and silver lead, Tie beginning to irritate more than just my skin, Pride virtually lost to the world of paper-pushing, Deadlines, reports, customer satisfaction... It's raining on the walk home. Again. Soaked right through, and mud on my shoes, The shoes I polished just this morning. A bagful of chips and a grubby service. Cold, empty home awaits, Killing time on an alternative route. A road past the towering council flats. My joy whirls down the drains with the rain. New paths, same old sulk, Until the corner of my eye spots something, Carefree and pure and innocent, A familiar face to my inner child. Greasy

This is a small collection of the first 20 Haiku I wrote, which I have done in the past two and a half days. I've fallen in love with these little things. Tell me what you think. The previous Hiaku I uploaded are in here so I just got rid of them, cluttering everything up. Warning this page contains cheesy footnotes =D 1.Bedtime It is time for bed, When your face is buried deep, Into the laundry. (Unless you just like the smell of course) 2.Bad Morning Headache, Missing shoe, Unfocusable vision, Welcome Hangover. (The aftermath of the weekend) 3.Sushi When you eat sushi, And forget to brush your teeth, Expect no kissing. (Un

Awake? but at the same time Not, I can hear birds outside Sometimes Althought this room is darkness,                      Constantly. Eyes open when i'm awake, Eyes closed when i'm dreaming, But never do my dreams last, Or do they turn into sleeps. They want to "Fix" me up, Medicine will make me better, Ha, i'm not sick, I don't feel sick, They want me to sleep, so they can come get me, Make me like them. It's good here, alone, dark, but It's better than being out there, Where they can tease, and taunt, In here I won't

The most beautiful of all. The flame. She crawls along the floor. Climbs up the walls. Melts away these things which we own. That own us. You turn a new leaf. By burning away the life you once had. So I set fire to my home. With all my clothes. All my belongings inside. My wife. My kids. My life. And start again. As who I once was. Is now ash.

Bouncing off the walls. Just like my brain. Bouncing off the sides of my skull. It aches. It's like a tumour. But pills can fix this. I just  need  more. And it'll all be okay. It'll be okay. Pills can fix this. Untill then. My shoulder will feel the wall. My back will feel the floor. My head will feel the pain. Bouncing of the walls. Like my brain. Hitting the sides of my skull. Pounding faster. Pounding harder. More pills. And it'll be okay. Promise. It'll be okay. Untill then. My body will lay tangled. My sleep will be interupted. My life will wait. As I bounce. Off the walls. But. If this pain leaves. I'll b

So I stood with "freinds" out in the cold, and rain, And we spoke, but with nothing really to say, And it dragged on and on, But that's not what put me out of my way. I had noticed something, in the way they spoke, These "freinds", and the things they'd ask, That I didn't recognize these people, Who each wore a mask. These people weren't the same, As they'd previously appeared to me, It was someone else underneath, And I just couldn't let be. So i pryed and poked, At the new costumes they wore, And found these were completly different people, Then I had known before. So I tried to figure out why, They weren't being themselves

No matter what you do. No matter what you say. No matter who you were. There is a little clock inside of you. It ticks. It tocks. And when your time is up, you'll die. You'll die just like the rest of us. We're all equal in the end.