I don't know if you like poetry...

I know, I know... You don't want to hear poetry.. Who the hell reads poetry? Poetry is for angsty teenagers... Well recently I dug up this gem, a relic from my poetry writing days. It is originally titled "Sad Men" but that is somewhat of an uninspired title so through some clever editing by Yours Truely, I fixed it up a bit.. Turn your litso this way, open your glazzies and viddy this horrorshow piece of.. work?


Two words... Awe Inspiring. Yes brothers, take this new found knowledge and spend it wisely, never let anyone tell you otherwise. They're just trying to poison your mind, like mine is already poisoned...

Whatever.

Anyway today is a strange day for me... a lot of stuff is happening to and in me and I wish I had Jer here for support... I need someone to keep me on the path and i dunno.. I have these sick inner desires that I hate driving me to do things I despise... Not to be too specific. My head is a fucking warzone and I don't know if I'll like the hardened person that emerges when the gunfire ceases and the machine guns stop the bloody rage of terror... Not to be overly metaphorical.

There is no food here, I have money just no time to buy groceries. I haven't eaten anything of substance in prolly 48 hours or so... Not drugs or anything I just down all these energy drinks to keep me going in my job and I don't really feel hungry.. Yeah I should stop that...

And I just figured out why I feel so crappy so I'll stop with the boo hoo hooing *wink*

I love you guys and I don't know what's gonna happen but Jeremy, if you read this, I really don't want our paths to separate... Who is here for me but you? I love you kiddo =D


OMG THIS POST IS SO EMO AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!