Light intensity

here we meet again.
the scar the person created for me won't heal and i won't forget.
Is not just that i dun wan to forget but hard to forget.
i know, i once followed the wrong shooting star,
which nearly caused me die.
i know that person once a human.
so warm and comfortable.
but know that person is a vampire,
so cold and wicked.
i don't wan to be a vampire ( although blood is tasty )
i love werewolf.

in my life,
there is vampire and a werewolf and i am in the middle between them.
the weak one is the vampire and the strong one is the werewolf.
prey is better than predator.
i am the producer.
i hate sunlight sometime.
But what to do,
to live,
i have to.

anti-wild birds

they smelled like shit.
what kind of birds are they?
lend me a bazooka, i will shoot their wings off.
totally no God at all.
so mean and so coward.
SHAME on them.
how could Christ had saved them and shed His blood for those... knuckles holding looking wild birds?
Which damn forest are they from?
don't bother us...
fly in your cage and not my sky.
i don't want sky to be spotted by lame shit birds.
pollute my beautiful sky...