He used to walk the halls as a lowly boy.

No friend or companion in sight, only his sorrows by his side

You could see his pencil lunge into his notebook each time he wrote

For what was he writing? Only he truly knows.

He was gossed by the people above him in the chain, his screams were loud but it was all in vain.

The day came where the boy had enough, like a metal rod he truly became tough.

T...

I wake like every other day nothing is new.

Walking the streets as if nothing is wrong with me.

I look at these pathetic creatures, beings lower than me.

The steel keeps grinding with no bound.

I spot a particularly beautiful lady, skin white as snow and lips as plump as a juicy fruit and a smile as bright as a star.

I like what I see, I will make her fall in love with me.

Her perfume penetrate...