elixir.

**Prolouge: Fate chose the meanest, sharpest knife. cut. bleed. this particular blood tasted wonderful!so,it cuts deeper by the minute. or did u choose the knife? way back, wen life was much more simpler and u were blissfully under the impression "this is all life about, bein happy nd care free"..nd then, takin it as granted, chose not to acknowledge the bliss daily. no. not your/my mistake. mistake was wen this wretched human race decided to step down the trees. no. adam! f*** u, adam! watever, u chose the knife or the other way round, it makes no difference(nature's palindrome) : the wound is for real...**

Ive been fighting it with all my might,
today's the night,
i end the fight,
to take a flight.
the plunge into my life, will be wid all the passion,
for dats all i have wen iam satan's irrestitible temptation!

**heheh, ok,ok,before my poetry gets nauseating, il stop it. but mate, its my first poem!! bingo!**

now,for the real purpose of this post : felix felicis!! yea,liquid luck! u want it,u got it! change the damn luck to ur favour!! wen uve got this, the bad luck is a fart in thunder(sheesh....cut out the metaphor, plzz :D)....ok, take the cup of life, fill it wid ur tears, each tear a disaster dat bothered ya (hold ur breath, thrs more :P) ; and throw it on satan's face,yellin out loud: "**** u man! iwon't let this happen nymore. don pretend u made me more wiser wid every disaster.gudbye!" nd then as the punk princess(avril!) says :Take some time,mellow out,party it up,dont fall down,dont get caught,sneak out of the house! aye! take tym out nd runaway some whr afar :D
now,now, dont make a face....rowling says she'l give it to me latr :D...until then,maybe wat i said might jst work out :P.
il come up wid smthng better some tym latr(god promise!)...