Yet another morning, Filled with despair and sorrow, Should I wake up, And continue this pain where I left it, Or should I sleep more, And live through this little peace that I can get, Tell me, “What should I do?” asks the lonely poet, While laying on...

Death, the most wonderful gift from nature, Yet the most misread conceptions on earth, Hated by some, Loved by some, Death has been, An escape route for some great warriors, An eternal peace for some undead loners, A living fantasy for all cursed so...