Self explanatory. Please comment. These are lyrics that I had written recently about my ideas I had pop into my head.

Iron is a metal which is used to produce a number of things.

This is a poem about the madness and primitiveness that comes with a heavy metal concert. Enjoy.

Enjoy!

Love for music.

War is beyond the grasp of mortality and reasoning. The imagery of such a creature perhaps the most devastating horror of the soul.

Self-Explanatory.

A man who thinks he leads a normal life is about to get a wake up call. He feels pestered and searching for satisfaction in extermating this pest.

The search begins for life in what exists as an automaton, legend though he is.

I might be getting braces soon, and trust me, I know the pain they may carry.