Life feels so hopeless sometimes.
Maybe Shakespeare was right when he said that expectation is heartache's main cause.
It's so damn true.
Damn Shakespeare. Why don't you come back?
You could teach me a thing or two...
I find myself in instance
Of dawning livid guilt
Thinking ruined acronyms
My conscience leans to tilt
But I cannot go through any lengths
To satisfy these needs
For what would happen if they find
The trail from which they bleed?
I pray to God
I think it through
What I just might wish
If I asked the devil
For all his angels
With only morals at my risk
But then I have and may have gotten
A little more than I need
For I have felt sore and duly rotten
From smoking his black weeds
Shit......
And now I've got the chills.
My world has gotten colder.
"...What happened to the old Will?"
"I'm afraid that he got older."
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