I have found myself a new definition of a band called “system of a down”. For now, that is me. Down. I show you my system. Here’s a short poetry I made a few nights ago.

Amity, what’s the purpose?
What’s the difference?
Between you and me?
What’s the matter with your head?
Does it bring you happiness?
Does it bring you hope?
Does it bring you grief?
Does it? Does it? Do you? Believe?
I have taken so many headaches
And I don’t even know why I look at you
Why I listen to your lies
All of it, all your lies, backstabber
Amity, it kills me
It destroys me
Your own ally, your own enemy
Your own demon, your own guardian
Why stand? Why Fight? Why believe?
You call yourself a friend
But you never answered even a single phone call
You never talked straight to me
You always garble my mind
Does it bring you happiness?
Does it bring you hope?
Does it bring you grief?
Does it? Does it? Do you? Believe?