Pain

It is a spontaneous thing
it is inflicted and thus
it makes you feel hurt...

It can be physical or mental
or may be the appalling duo,
and it makes you feel bad...

Not to mention the misery
that provokes an urge in you
to pursue the tingle...

That caused the sensation in you
like a succumb grownup poking
the candle flame...

- Harry -

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley-

Death

Years, the following ones and the next...

they steal something everyday...

something that we love...

something that is precious...

something that we care about...

something that we can't replace with...

and at last it steal us from ourselves away...

that's the eternal silence of death...

- Harry -