Last DesperationIn the end, it'll all be okay. Floating in emptiness, feeling no pain. Feeling no happiness, or even grief. Nothing but dark, can't feel relief. No thoughts of love ones lost. Not even friends, who lost your trust. Not even he, with love he lacks. Who took the years, you can't get back. Not even her, who doesn't come home. Doesn't bother to call, or answer the phone. Not even them, who aren't there. Who turn their head, and just don't care. Not even them, who see the scars. Scattered aboutLast Desperation
Oh?
Sadness
Sick, bah, I turn my nose to the word.
I guess I'll write a haiku 'bout it.
Sickly not singing,
Oh, bed-ridden, I'm afraid.
She needs to be well.
or not.
its your choice.
but know this.
if you don't start kicking some artistic ass pronto. i WILL kill you.
XDDD
I don't draw enough for that!
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On my way, though I don't know where I'm going. On a road that's dark and long.
On my way, but I'm fearful that I might be lost, that the path I have chosen might be wrong.
i plan on giving you random stuff all week.
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