Have you ever gazed into nothingness?
Where even something can be thy bliss?
For that I know, I want it gone!!
For its this I won't miss!!!!

Have you ever swallowed thine own tounge, as your search turns to dung, as a rope you want to lash around thine neck.
When that murderer lonesomeness storms in!!!
For I seek no revenge!!

Is it soo hard to asketh thineself lord? For a misty like apparition?
I'm sick of provision and clowns that bypass me!!
They cheat me,
They mock me!!!!

I'm sickly tiring ready to throw in the Pennie I have left...
For I'm sick of this mess, for I'm even sick of me...
Dying disease,

On that never ending search!

Yet that search is about to come to a halting gallop!!

For I throw in that rusted Pennie into thy wishing well of hopeless romantics....