There you go, depressing crap is all that I can write but here you go people I am open to whatever you have to say...
Taking One's Leave
As the open nothingness of my soul,
that would occour,
with the delierious horror,
of my girl beingtaken from me,
it's like a long agony as I await,
my slow dreadful sentence of death,
waiting as the blac robed judges,
decide my fate,
hoping for that hopeful aspect of charity that never came,
this... that is a concept of human torture,
with one hope that I could glimpse,
the slender form of a whie angle,
coming to save me from my torture,
but sadly I have to live with,
the deadly nausea of being alone
